The fibres in my walls are taut and strong
Yes, the light is always cloudy,
mud trails creep from the back door
and the bookcase is varnished with dust,
the couches asleep and my tools resting beside them
like a dog, suggesting by his stretching
that he’s done with chasing sheep.
But this is my huddle,
this verging on underground,
so sit and find warmth in the mug pressed into your hand
like you’re moulding it on a potters wheel,
for clear, clean sun will call to you from the north
when you’ve climbed from my pit
and stretched out on the surface,
wheezing in relief.
Ben Walter was one of this year’s guest poets at the Tasmanian Poetry Festival, 1-3rd October 2010. He is the author of the melancholy wilderness story, Below Tree level. He has been a guest of the Emerging Writers Festival and the National Young Writers Festival, and represented Tasmania in the first national poetry slam. His writing has been published in a range of journals, including Famous Reporter, Voiceworks and Island Magazine.