Poetry @ Confit Bistro

Confit Bistro has provided another much needed venue for poetry in Brisbane this year, serving up monthly helpings of fine food, wine and words. To round off an incredibly creative year, Confit are hosting one final event this Thursday November 25, featuring one of Brisbane’s finest emerging voices, Trudie Murrell, purveyors of poetic rock’n’roll, Graham Nunn & Sheish Money and Brisbane hipster, Rob Morris.

As an appetiser, here’s a poem from Trudie Murrell:

 

Home
 
Close your eyes, 
travel by moonlight wrapped
in the smell of shepherd’s
pie.
 
Back, through piles of
newspaper, cardboard boxes,
decisions made with numbers,
points on a map.
 
Back to the quiet,
back to the sea.
Your grandmother
waits here
I cannot stay.
 
Your legs will ache hollow
with walking,
keep going.
 
Past the weeping
fig with the whispering bark,
its branches
cascading sympathy
to the steps.
 
Eighteen,
of silver, sun
and wood leading 
up to the blue house.
 
Put your cool bare feet on the first,
the second, reach the tenth
step, feel the groove in the
middle smooth, warm.
 
Sit, lay your head in your
grandmother’s lap.  Feel the
moon, the two palm trees,
the mud flats all kissed by the
breeze that reaches your face.
 
Know that a woman sat here at dusk,
eating ice cream,
that this is where you came in,
that you are home. 
 
Open the small
bag of sighs I sent with you
and set them free.

 

Confit Bistro is located at 4/9 Doggett St. Fortitude Valley. Entry to the event is free and their tapas menu is not only super tasty, but very reasonably priced. Doors open at 6pm with the poetry & music firing up at 6:30pm.

So if you are looking for something to do this Thursday (November 25) come along and raise a glass (or two)…

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8 responses to “Poetry @ Confit Bistro

  1. Loved the tone of the poem.

  2. such a lovely and deeply resonant poem. beautiful. hope you have a great show, break a leg!

  3. gmc

    CHAIRMAN AVENUE

    After all those girls
    After all those women
    One day it’s time
    To meet the man
    In this place called home
    Where silver stands
    In the middle of the room
    Reflecting the faces
    Of all suburban dreams
    Travelling on ribbons of perfume

  4. Good luck for Thursday. I am looking forward.
    I enjoyed Saturday (include Trudie, of course) so much that I now really regret it was a once off.

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