I am from the wheat fields of yesteryear,
When the wind rustled through the stalks,
A trio of sisterhood, where I was the last born,
Until I became the sister to a little brother of sheer delight.
**
I am from the music of rock n’ roll,
The bass that thunders through the soles of your feet,
From nights of starry skies and campfires,
The smell of kangaroo steaks wafting through the air.
**
I am from terror of unseen nightmares,
Silent screams in the dawning light,
Sweltering days of the driest heat,
And blistered skin from beach filled afternoons.
**
From memories of young love,
Blessed magic of forbidden hours,
To the heartbreaking loss of dreams and hopes,
And lessons salvaged along the way.
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The days of sacred vows broken and shattered,
The fight to survive strengthened within my veins,
A hidden knowledge of deserted streets,
Shuttered in the chill of winter nights.
**
I am from hardened stock of steel,
Hearts forever locked and sealed,
Adventuress friendship under the street lights,
And yabbies caught and cooked in a billy tea.
**
The frying of field mushrooms on the side of the road,
The scent of burnt butter smoking the surrounds,
Baby Pink and Grey Galahs hand fed porridge,
And wooden spoons across the back of thighs.
**
I am from abandonment and brutality,
Barefoot walks through the dry bushland,
Movies screened at the local drive-in,
And the secret nights known only by runaways.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
Literally anywhere, no matter how wondrous or brutal, but Brisbane, lol. I love this Colleen. Incredibly wistfully painful & evocative.
Oh wow, I didn't know what yabbies were. I had to Google it. But that's not the only thing I learned. I saw Galahs and immediately thought of lobsters because in Malay, "udang galah" means lobster. But the hand fed porridge part didn't make sense. So I Googled that too. Lol. Loved your poem!
Very nice