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Picture Riddles Hinting Magic Fish Dreaming

Magic Fish Dreaming

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This is just a portion of a  Magic Fish Dreaming illustration, a teaser, a riddle to make you wonder what the rest of it looks like .

This is so the book will mostly be a surprise when you receive it and read it for the first time.

The illustration process is nearly complete, and soon meetings with the printer will take place and the designer, Heidi Den Ronden,  will be taking the reins and working her magic to bring the poetry and the illustrations together on the page.

Helene had this to say recently on her facebook page:

“I have almost completed the whole work, and I wish I could continue illustrating many other of June’s poems. I enjoyed each minute and instant working on this project. The collaboration with June Perkins is just delighting and always very constructive.
I will tell and explain more about the story behind…

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Those who Inspire Me

This Friday Morning I read some Maya Angelou.

I think about what it is to be human and how

to be the best human I can be.

Can we dare?  Can we dream?

And stretch, stretch, stretch!

 

 

How her thoughts spread, spread, spread!

I read them,  internalise them and think

about the rainbows she puts in the clouds.

and how I can be the rainbow in another’s clouds.

 

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Thoughts stretch, stretch, stretch

fingers unfurl

tap, tap, tap

and I dream, dream, dream!

Peace

Ripple Poetry

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Peace, like Giant Saguaro Cactus,
Took fifty years before flowering hope
Just night and green morning
Over quickly
Then flowers came out again

Again out came flowers then
Quickly over morning green and night
Just hope flowering before years fifty
Took cactus Saguaro Giant
Like peace.

(c) June Perkins

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Impressions

A Queensland twist on Monet,

Ripple Poetry

dundeepark 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.

II

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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