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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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