Red poppies - a renga
A summer kasen renga written by Andrew Burke, Jen Crawford, Louise Waller, Lawrence Upton, Kristin Hannaford, Jennifer Compton, Heather Matthew, Jill Jones and Anie Locke.
Written between 24 November and 11 December 2004.
A version which includes each poet's initials underneath the verses they wrote, is available at hi spirits, weblog of the renga master, Andrew Burke. The renga was written online as part of the discussion on the poneme list. There was some discussion and disagreement on the list about acknowledgement vs anonymity of contributions to a collaborative project. In that spirit, I'm presenting an 'anonymised' version. Which is not to say I was one of the ones who thought it should be published in this form.
red poppies
lean into steam
off the wet path
in the fernery
fingers press sweating glass
fierce heat fades
evening twilight glows
a pink line
a fly stumbles
at a water glob
folding clothes
she drinks dark coffee
moon observes
the grasses seeding
green fruit swells above
midnight light
on watered garden
goat dung smells
four pink peonies a gift
sheets need washing
remembering
love - a red petal
her tattoo
forked over
the compost steams
a worm
the uneaten meat
a grey hair
the peopled world spins
cars stall in traffic
moon bright as frost
field of white goat skulls
intruder light
postcards from annapurna
clouds of breath hover
before dawn
we dread the heat
promised to us
a darkening sky
rain splatters fresh hay
green light
on the cherry blossom
a morning squabble
a fat bud cracks open
rising rivers roar
‘present for you, Gran!’
red eucalypt from
council tree butchers
colour wrinkles through clean wood
beneath the peeling bark
compose lists
to gather sparrows
seeds on lawn
so much to organise
too much to say
starfish legs
synchronised swimming
summer ladies' lunch
salt water in the harbour
obeys the distant moon
fishermen
stand off shore to sniff
wet weather
the station wagon starts slowly
its old dry cough
ancestral
tyres bald from travel
home, a bed
fluttering wings of
a blind white moth
faint crescent
between the hospital
and heavy clouds
in Carlton leaves blow
a red and gold dawn
hope? dust.
accumulating soil
green augmentation
girl running fingers through hair
a tongue over teeth, lipstick
shaking with fatigue
she searches for her glasses
she can't see them
empties out her bag feeling
a fathomless sea rising
a breeze spills
into the valley
jacaranda carpet
equinoctial petals fall
onto the bloomin' pages
Written between 24 November and 11 December 2004.
A version which includes each poet's initials underneath the verses they wrote, is available at hi spirits, weblog of the renga master, Andrew Burke. The renga was written online as part of the discussion on the poneme list. There was some discussion and disagreement on the list about acknowledgement vs anonymity of contributions to a collaborative project. In that spirit, I'm presenting an 'anonymised' version. Which is not to say I was one of the ones who thought it should be published in this form.
red poppies
lean into steam
off the wet path
in the fernery
fingers press sweating glass
fierce heat fades
evening twilight glows
a pink line
a fly stumbles
at a water glob
folding clothes
she drinks dark coffee
moon observes
the grasses seeding
green fruit swells above
midnight light
on watered garden
goat dung smells
four pink peonies a gift
sheets need washing
remembering
love - a red petal
her tattoo
forked over
the compost steams
a worm
the uneaten meat
a grey hair
the peopled world spins
cars stall in traffic
moon bright as frost
field of white goat skulls
intruder light
postcards from annapurna
clouds of breath hover
before dawn
we dread the heat
promised to us
a darkening sky
rain splatters fresh hay
green light
on the cherry blossom
a morning squabble
a fat bud cracks open
rising rivers roar
‘present for you, Gran!’
red eucalypt from
council tree butchers
colour wrinkles through clean wood
beneath the peeling bark
compose lists
to gather sparrows
seeds on lawn
so much to organise
too much to say
starfish legs
synchronised swimming
summer ladies' lunch
salt water in the harbour
obeys the distant moon
fishermen
stand off shore to sniff
wet weather
the station wagon starts slowly
its old dry cough
ancestral
tyres bald from travel
home, a bed
fluttering wings of
a blind white moth
faint crescent
between the hospital
and heavy clouds
in Carlton leaves blow
a red and gold dawn
hope? dust.
accumulating soil
green augmentation
girl running fingers through hair
a tongue over teeth, lipstick
shaking with fatigue
she searches for her glasses
she can't see them
empties out her bag feeling
a fathomless sea rising
a breeze spills
into the valley
jacaranda carpet
equinoctial petals fall
onto the bloomin' pages
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