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Read Cyrus Issac’s new poetry collection ‘Visions of Things to Come’. Will his predictions be proved correct? |
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Whilst surfing on the Internet, I happened to come across a very talented award winning Australian poet: Helen Hagemann. Helen has kindly allowed me to list one of her poems ‘Broken Bay’. If you would like to review her splendid website please click-on the following domain name: http://www.geocities.com/helen_hagemann/poetry.htm ‘Broken Bay’ conjures up vividly the poetic beauty of Australia. Feel the heat and enjoy !!! Broken Bay In the bay where shells suck and wheeze in the spillage of tide, where jetties hollow a thump on boards, and loud boys plunge off ferry pylons, where line and metal slip into weed and silver bream, and fishermen still race the southerly-buster home, Lion Island looks down into the deep blue night. It's a shruggable comfort, a green world of foothills, dense trees, sandy shores, timber-decked cottages, clinkers, skiffs and oyster sheds slippery with cats. The old tide fortified the wild, ran with seasons of plated fish. Soldier crabs rippled the shoreline in wavelengths of blue, like a tiny tin-pot army. Molluscs grazed in algae pools, and pipis nibbled bivalves into shoals. In these burnt-sienna days of warm dunes, towels and dripping togs, my home was holiday. Back then my parents, still in love, left me to my wandering. By Helen Hagemann
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