Climate Art
Planets turning and circlingThey watch on, bearing witnessBut helpless, locked into their own trajectorySlave to a destiny already prescribedEarth alone has the added weightFrom sadness, …
Tag: Helen Jahn
To Dad
Dad I’ve developed your eyebrowsJust thought you might like to knowI see them every morning when I put on eye make upLooking surprised and dishevelled; …
Tennis
The baby pink racquet was extracted from its case with its mate and placed on the table. “Thanks so much.” In the flurry of activity …
Lost in the City
“I used to live in Pakenham.” She spat the first syllable of the place out. She said it with a certain shock like she could …
The Language of Tomorrow
Time surged forwardTime suspendedAt the same timeI’m in a different land nowWatching and waitingBemusedConfusedToday is a lost land with comfort if I lookBut no certaintyTomorrow …
Mouth
The baby stared, as babies do. A look of disbelief in its shiny dark eyes. A look that verged on outrage and those eyes were …
Welcome to Venice
Just the other day, I woke up dreaming of Venice. To be truthful, that place of wonder had been on my mind already for a …
Looking out in Lockdown
The window is a pretty frame, a cage, a teaseRevealing nature, benign and not.Drawing us in, pushing us backIt comforts, reminds, relieves.It is unchanged but …
A hard man at the end
He couldn’t remember the day that his whole world became soft. Then again, memory was proving to be a funny old thing lately anyway. He …