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so my angsty farm poem (god how many of those have I written) Unseasonal got a Daily Deviation! Thank you so much for the honour, and a lot of love to TheMaidenInBlack for featuring it.
I know I haven't been here much and tbh I don't know if that is going to change in the near future? I still come on here to check my inbox so if you're writing new stuff I'm probably reading it but I don't have a heap of time on my hands to do the group thing or the writing thing or the leaving comments thing.
My life is full full full bursting at the seams. Which is not to say that I am 100% happy, because I'm not. Mental illness will never go away, and phy
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- trigger warning for self harm mention I guess? -
so there is a scratch right across my wrist and it has scabbed and it is reminding me of 2009 and it is reminding me of 2010. But I got this scratch from working at the farm, an errant thorn from the raspberry vines scraping across tender skin. I got it from picking fruit for others to eat. I got it from being part of the chain of growth and food and I got it from getting my hands dirty with the earth and with juice and with sunburn. I got it from enduring and waking up early and earning money and keeping going even when my legs hurt. I got it from finishing my shift. I got it from raspberry
Matilda Bay
I lay under a Moreton Bay fig by a river that knew me at eight, and then eighteen. Occupied by black swans and leopard-spotted jellyfish as vicious as each other. All its silt between my toes, all its dark brown sway splitting apart the sun. An exam encroaching – I smoked myself pretentiously sick in a thick and golden heat.
I looked up through the leaves and stubbed out my cigarette and thought that I was definitely owed some kind of statement.
My dad lay under this tree when I was a kid, splashing in the earthy cold of the river. I remember I looked to him because I was frightened of the bodies of the jellyfish, their mottled bloat, a
puuuuuublished???
Yeah so the really cool people at Pankhearst showcased one of my poems and you should go have a look and have a look at Pankhearst and everything they do. Lots of great writing there. I think, minus the poem I got published in the state newspaper when I was 12 (it was about a windmill), this is my first publication. So I uh. That's a thing. That's a thing! This is making me want to stretch my limbs out a bit and find other places to submit my work. Actually do something with this writing malarkey. Maybe.
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This very much is a poem, and it's fantastic. It has a nice flow and manages to say so much with so few words. 