One August afternoon two children play a game Of knuckle bones against a shady garden wall. The older, Claudia, berates her little brother For cheating all the time. ‘Now Max, you must play fair!’ Young Max’s eyes well up, his bottom lip sticks out. Beneath his breath he calls his sister by a name. A [...]
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Opal
dawn at the billabong stars’ reflections fading dusty feet resting on red earth at the foot of a termite mound Sun’s fingers trace a gift left by Moon teardrops turned to stone maybe Old-fella-does-magic could use them to make the rains come maybe Woman-paints-stories will want them to hang around her neck maybe the red-faced [...]
A visit to the Sistine Chapel, 1511
You’ll find my master on the scaffold there: Flat on his back, with paint streaks in his hair. This labour’s how he earns his daily bread; A marriage of convenience. He’s been wed For three long winters to this shrewish wife, Who’s had ten thousand hours of his life. But every dusk, as night crowds [...]
