Effie Wakes at Midnight
By Kate Fagan
Published 2 November 2023
The moon is one eye of a river trout.
Clouds are a scaly puzzle,
boobooks in the Jungle
are steady as a clock,
dogwoods curl and mist hangs
thick as paint.
George will rise soon
to swing crates of flowers
onto the truck. He’ll make Sydney
before dawn and by noon
kitchen dressers will trumpet spring.
The verandah spills a circle
of yellow. A wary quoll
skiffles under laurels. The owls again,
soft as dew on grass.
You imagine a hare dense with young.
Every memory in the garden
holds two stories
like an otter Louisa Atkinson found
sieving along Bowens Creek
until she saw a platypus.
Bodies learn to inhabit a law
of doubles. The inky wheel of night
is braced by ferns
tall as pavilions in Alfred’s treasured
Marché aux Fleurs. Where will you go
when southerlies bite
and fingers ache dividing bulbs?
Leaves pierce the soil,
green as hope. Pines
zigzag up to meet barrel gums
in their giant originality.
Morning will yield
caper whites and skippers
hazy with pollen, bowerbirds
will chivvy for territory
as honeyeaters draw ribbons
in the air. A shed door thumps.
You turn and go in.
Continuing our partnership with the Royal Botanic Garden as part of our New Shoots program, award-winning poets Kate Fagan and Peter Minter were commissioned to create a series of poems inspired by the history of the Garden. These poems, including Kate's 'Effie Wakes at Midnight', were performed at a special event on Sunday 12 November and were then 'planted' in the garden.