ripple project – Page 3 – June Paisa Perkins

Impressions

A Queensland twist on Monet,

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Dundee Park – June Perkins

Impressions

Monet
I
A cathedral attracts me
Day by Day
To find the way light
Falls.

I see gaps of darkness
Fade away,
But oh
How I long
For my garden

Red poppies
Flowing river
Waves in ponds
Bridges suspended over
Reflections
Of a garden in water.

Lotuses form lilies
Whispering to me
Mocking my blindness as
I look through glasses,
See strange tints

Reflecting outside
The way
Time falls.

I think you would have painted the cane
And built a garden in tropical terrain.

Your canvas would have contained the Ulysses
Fleeting life frozen on canvas.

You would have captured the Misty Mountains at every time of day
The golden gumboot would not have been your choice.
You would have liked a hut I see on the way to Cardwell
Or a tiny church I know that’s tucked away in the cane.

You…

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Dundee Park

I’ve been sharing a lot of poetry in preparation for the Magic Fish Dreaming kickstarter launch. The poems shared are from older collections, that were mostly blogged or shared in very limited print runs with friends. A long time has passed but its fun sharing the works. Dundee Park really exists, skull cave and all.

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Skull cave, Dundee Park – June Perkins

Skull cave
Home for bats
For superhero dreams
The white horse wanders.

Crocodiles
Swim away
Escape in floods
Nothing can contain them.

Where crocodiles once roamed by lotus
Pontoons are planned
And safe places are cleared for people to camp.

Lina shows us the steel nest
Keeps it to show scientists
Wonders if it was made by a rat.

Is it possible
That animals take the man made
And incorporate it into their defences?

A barramundi farm
Is suggested by the landscape
And the flooding that comes when it chooses.

The owners plan step by step
New beginnings.

Dundee Park – June Perkins

(c) June Perkins

Another poem from the ‘Love Gumboots’ collection.

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Scribble Leaves

Going through ‘Love Gumboots’

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Scribble Leaves – June Perkins

What does the writing on the leaves mean?
Who put it there? Insect, human or Great Spirit?

Hugging Heritage – June Perkins

Wrap your arms
around green life.
Wrap your arms
around the source of your breath.
Wrap yourself
into the story of the carving.

Found this one in one of my old poetry blogs, no longer on line, ‘Love Gumboots’

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Fred and Ginger

Fred and Ginger inspired a lot of my poetry when I was younger.

Maypole

More from ‘Shadow Puppets’ only a few more poems to go in this series.

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From the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers facebook page

These steps we take can bring some dreams to us
with shuffle-shuffle-shuffle and
a toe-heel-toe.

These steps we take can last eternally
as we dance in top-hats and long tails,
long dresses and high-heel shoes.

The music is to glide for
the chandeliers to die for
but death is watching in his
noiseless tapping shoes.

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe.

We mourn the moments of a young lass
who danced forever in scarlet ballet shoes
sold by the peddler of ‘careful-what-you-wish-for-dreams.’

We mourn the moments of her lost dreams
trapped in enchanted shoes that won’t let go
it’s like the muse that stings, and makes us
insomniacs night after night.

Fred and Ginger dance onto our tv screens
We’re hearing their repartee twirling
in the early morning gleam.

Our souls seek a rhythm they can keep
Our hearts go clippity-clip-clip-clip.
Can patterned steps…

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