Didgeridoo

When I play it
I am an old man
The songs return to me
Lessons from Dad
Paint a picture in my head
Pictures are painted in dots on my didg.
Pictures of my flag and my people
Make me feel peace.

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This poem was highly commended for Poetry Object 2019

'I was drawn to this poem straight away; the first two lines say so much. The talismanic weight of this object instantly comes through; it’s not just an instrument but a way to connect with ancestors. A way to hear stories, its magic is immediate. This is work that shines.'
~ Emilie Zoey Baker, Judge, Poetry Object 2019