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Spotlight on QLD Poets #6: Jenny Wright

This is the last in the spotlight series, but it will not be the last you hear from these exciting new voices, so be sure to keep your ear to the ground for new work from each of the ‘spotlighted’ poets. I also want to thank everyone who has read and/or commented on each of the spotlight posts. As a poet, it can be daunting to send your words out into the world, so thank you all for making each of these poets welcome. To finish off the series, it is my pleasure to introduce Jenny Wright.

Jenny Wright is Welsh and at fourteen arrived in Australia. In the sixties she went to P.N.G. and remained for twelve years. Jenny has had seven children, has eight grandchildren and one great grandson.

She lives alone, except for her dog, in a very old house that originally was a hall. Jenny does little housework and aims to paint or write most of the day, except when travelling, although friends and family do take up pleasurable time.

She enjoys wandering in the desert and tries to spend six months each year exploring Australia.

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departure

what country did they leave
to live in this poor shack?
rough walls
a rougher shelf for tea caddy, clock
and origami bird.

two cups of tea grow cold
‘be safe my love. take care.’
he stares at her hand on his.
how to bear this parting?
how long before she touches him again?

their child sleeps.
they fear to wake her
but she must not rise to find her father gone.

they never dreamed of this despair
or separation.
maybe they pray all will go well
or maybe faith has fled.

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desert dawn

all is still and no crow calls
shadows listen for the sun
roos martial ready for the day

the light bursts against horizon
flows down Round Hill
engulfs spinnifex scrub and stones

roos disperse to forage
a wary rabbit twitches
as overhead an eagle hovers

an hour later a myriad flies swarm
and sweat needles red earth tattoos
on my bare face and arms

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Winter Full Moon Ginko – poems and photos

It was a spectacularly clear night on Friday as ten of us gathered at Valori Espresso Lounge & Gallery for our moon viewing ginko along Scarborough Beach. The moon was right on time (6:30pm), revealing its red glow before rising majestically. Here is a selection of poems and photos from the night.

                                                                still night
                                                                a plover calls
                                                                the rising moon

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                               *

                                                                moon viewing
                                                                a mullet bubbles
                                                                to the surface

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                                *

                                                                stars fade
                                                                tonight the moon
                                                                commands centre stage

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                 *

                                                                cold night
                                                                an uptight couple
                                                                glare at the moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                fishing boats
                                                                blink on the horizion
                                                                harvest moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                full moon
                                                                who is here to howl at you?
                                                                the traffic roars

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                                                        

                                                                 winter moon
                                                                 draws the tide
                                                                 like a stick figure

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  wind on the water
                                                                  a thousand little footprints
                                                                  melt into night

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  ebb tide silence
                                                                  a passage beacon flashes
                                                                  to a red lantern moon

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  together
                                                                  on our different shores
                                                                  moonrise melts the distance

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  waves break
                                                                  coldness
                                                                  laps my feet

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                 *

                                                                  stars fade
                                                                  a hot ember moon
                                                                  brands the ocean

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                                  *

                                                                  cold night
                                                                  the rising moon
                                                                  pours words through my mind

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                  street lamp
                                                                  just the trunk
                                                                  of a pine tree

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                *

                                                                  fishermen cast
                                                                  into a winter moon
                                                                  wizzzz

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                 *

                                                                  clear path –
                                                                  is it yours
                                                                  winter moon?

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                  *

                                                                  following
                                                                  or leading?
                                                                  winter moon

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                   *

                                                                  moonrise
                                                                  my mouth
                                                                  drops open

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                   *

                                                                  new moon
                                                                  on the path
                                                                  old lovers move closer

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                  *

                                                                  full moon
                                                                  shivering
                                                                  in the shallow water

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                   *

                                                               photographs by Cindy Keong

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