Flick! Flack!
What was that?
A whale boat
There
Nah
No whales now
Just crays

Oh..

Dip! Trip!
A forest, here?
On the nut?
Ssh…
Secret garden
Hiding
A convict there..
See..

Stop! Hear!
A voice is near
Keening
Highfield House
Walls drip grief
A child is dead
See the cart

An accident
Pierced the heart
Of a lonely house..

Turn! Back!
What was that?
In the distance
Now
Stanley
Fading

Echoes
Cling
A faint shading
Of the past

Everywhere….


Trip to Stanley 2008


© Chris Green

Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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Peter Macrow’s  third poetry collection, my second from Picaro Press, Waiting for the Mountain: 3-part Suites is being launched today by Robyn Mathison at the Republic Bar and Cafe.)

CHRIS GREEN

Quick! Shot!
That was what?
There, Dylan Thomas dashed
Black curly hair
Into that stone house
One
Of many staring at sea
Unblinking
Waiting