Poems
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Karri (or, Slow Arrival in Karri Country)
By Renee Pettitt-SchippEucalyptus diversicolour
Denmark, WA
~ Written on Noongar Country with Noongar translations informed by Pibulmun Custodian, Wayne Webb.
Remote as a god -
Koolark—Home
By Daniel HansenFrom the woodlands to the Sclerophyll,
Of the Eucalypt Forests I know,
Within the air I can certainly feel,
A benevolence which resembles that of Home. -
Old Grey Beard
By Daniel HansenSoft Grey Calm
Touches gently on the frequencies all around
Sorting through an assortment of vibrations apparent in the stars
Until it finds Love through the never ending shroud -
karri
By Scott-Patrick Mitchellkarris will always remind me of you
how we drove through a canyon
of ancient wood, marvelled at how
sky bowed in boughs, us driving -
kangaroo paw
By Scott-Patrick Mitchellblood beats red, thumps in
elation, dread. how, as an
immigrant, my ears rang
with this land sang diaspora -
Marlee Pavillion
By Scott-Patrick MitchellCome, sit. Reflect. See yourself in this. You have travelled over 14,500 km's to reach this point. The world is not upside down. Nor is your life. It is just as it should be. Spinning: on axis; in love; out. You have travelled a lifetime to be here, in this place. How you have changed over 11,300 days. Yet still you hold on to that kernel of … -
Marri (Remembering Meelup Regional Park)
By Scott-Patrick MitchellThe forest breathes us in. We are chasing bush orchids. Kambarrang is singing. Through a macro lens, petals bend, fill the screen. Blue; beard; duck. Your grin dazzles, blonde hair curling around my heart. We laugh. The forest smiles with us. Donkey; elbow; leek. Beyond the breadth of this, ocean swims. Here is the place of the moon rising. The fo… -
Banksia
By Scott-Patrick MitchellI thought they were a bird. Or rather, birds. On a branch, flocking. Out on a limb, imagination sparking. The mind can transform, as can fire, with tongue, laughing. Like a tired owl, hiding its eyes, the banksia misplaces birdsong, not singing. But rather in bloom. A thousand individual flowers spiral upward as feather. Beneath all of this, banks… -
Sweedman’s Sprawling Mallee
By Nandi ChinnaEucalyptus Sweedmaniana
In every moment of human time
our skins open, porous to influence -
Fremantle Mallee
By Nandi ChinnaEucalyptus foecunda
Every now and then I go visiting
my guerrilla trees, -
Things are not as they appear, nor are they otherwise
By Nandi ChinnaMeelup Mallee
Progeny nursed in its lumpen fist,
a giant inhabits the limestone ridge.
Shy in its limey cave of soil, -
In Search of the Meelup Mallee
By Nandi ChinnaHeading south, windscreen wipers
frantic, breaking waves of runoff
beneath Mandjoogoordap Drive.
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In the Mallee Garden, Kings Park
By Nandi ChinnaA global mix of accents and dialects
echo along the terraces,
rising and falling amongst the flowers.
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Macrocarpa
By Nandi ChinnaThe show takes place on the edge
of the car park. We sit in our cars,
engines cooling, as swirling red stamens
thrust off their woody caps. -
Anatomy of a Lignotuber
By Nandi ChinnaStacked on the back of a truck,
delivered to suburban houses,
a lignotuber may be known as carbon,
energy stored, until tossed into the fire, -
Gungurru - Silver Princess
By Nandi ChinnaEucalyptus caesia
A habit of weeping, now common
throughout the suburbs
loitering in groups of three, -
Sorrow and Beauty in Equal Measure
By Nandi ChinnaMottlecah - Eucalyptus macrocarpa
In 1842 a macrocarpa was grown from a seed at Kew Gardens
It flowered five years later in 1847.
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Jarrah (buying the block)
By Renee Pettitt-SchippEucalyptus marginata
I am a shooter, the seller says
and neither of us meet his eye
earth, shade of a wound, up high -
Mallee
By Renee Pettitt-SchippEucalyptus myriandena
Narembeen
~ Written on Noongar Country with Noongar translations informed by Ballargong Custodian, David Collard.
