Saturday, 27 August 2016

BITE

BITE

Glad I can’t mould sea, like land,
It just seeps into my soul, through
My fingers -

Out of my hands. Poems like
Broken shells; fragments of
A person’s life;

All weakness, and strengths -
Exposed to the bite....


https://abegailmorley.wordpress.com/2016/08/05/helen-harrison-featured-poet/


Sunday, 14 August 2016

.....SEEDS

            SEEDS

               1

On a Sunday in mid-summer
Right at the edge of the park
You come to me;

Talking future plans,
Shining eyes,
And a heart that dared.
We saw ourselves

Buying a car to travel
Down to the coast
Whenever we took the urge

All planned out under the elm
Of eager spreading roots.
Many seeds scattered

Ideas with wings on the breeze
Hope floating all the way
Towards the sea along winding
Open-windowed roads.

           
             2

Smashed in spring - the last                            
Season you inhaled;
Lying singing on the back seat.

The front driver’s side was saved,
Letting me drive
To dreams that died.

Dreams have a way
Of coming at you by the front
And leaving by the back door.

I pass it now, the car
In the scrap yard
At the edge of the town
It’s only half now.

https://tintean.org.au/2017/02/06/poetry-13/

https://sites.google.com/a/lapwingpublications.com/lapwing-store/helen-harrison

Tuesday, 9 August 2016

POTATOES

POTATOES

I can smell the sweet potato peel
Upon my skin - and I visualize walking
Amongst the summer rows.

I pick over the box of earthy potatoes.
When I pull one that is perfect
I turn it in my hand like a gold nugget -
Buried in my memory - a charm.

I peel back happiness from the soil,
Memories drop into a watery bowl;
The day we planted them - sowing
Love which had lain on the edges.

Uncertain, I nearly threw love out
With un-seeded tubers; to decay in hedges.
Instead I wrapped them and stored them
In a cold shed - for spring planting;

I can already see your face shining pride
At flowering drills; you stand with a wide-stance;
The posture of the accomplished soul - your eyes,
Stare lovingly at each planted offering.


https://poethead.wordpress.com/2015/08/29/the-last-fire-and-other-poems-by-helen-harrison/

https://sites.google.com/a/lapwingpublications.com/lapwing-store/helen-harrison