Poem


Poem June 15, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
2019

first, the Ministry of Truth doctored language

their words weaponry, loaded and aimed:

asylum seekers became illegals

they said detention centres, not jails


Poem June 1, 2019

Evelyn Araluen
Unreckoning

Sis, I have a ghost story:

A river flows fat of bream and cod and perch. Here where the soil has parted for the belly of creators, the stones in the shape of the foot of god, the river ripples songs for their journeys through the land. Black bodies splash shards of golden light, there is enough and enough and enough.


Poem June 8, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Ricochet

baked redbrick,

   in the darwin heat

dry palms whisper,

   in the stifling breeze

 

bloke says

               mate, we were sure it was fireworks


Poem May 25, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Winter

silence,

                  all across the mourning fog

 

 

dark winter has descended


Poem May 18, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Ritual

so we’ll go to the polls

        lined round winter street corners

pushy leafleteers

        shoving how-tos in our hands

 

we’ll elbow past smiling placards

        and straight-talking spruikers

still wearied with the bickering

        of campaign attack ads

 


Poem May 11, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Royal

folktale has it

         new arrivals,

they’ll throw any queen

or kingdom

             into spin

 

angered uninvited guests

will conjure curses


Poem May 4, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Proximity

they are the women

                 whose bodies

                 don’t quite make front page

 

 

they are carefully measured outrage

 

     when it happened


Poem April 27, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Rapture

with his right arm raised

in holy rapture

 

and the invited camera man

angling the frame

 

shirt creased shadow-dramatic

     like a gentileschi


Poem April 20, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Liber Pauperum

on the western façade

     the archangel michael

grand wings aloft,

was weighing souls

 

and the serpent hissed down

     at eve, regal

and adam


Poem April 13, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
The Changemakers

the pollsters are gleeful

        saying

                abbott’s time has come

 

 

things, they are about to change

around warringah way


Poem April 6, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Eulogy

and when all’s razed to ash

after fire season

 

 

                 the heat

 

 

cracks open the seed


Poem March 30, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Nineteen

and by the end

no one dared to say his name

 

 

so we called him

         nineteen

 

because of how they said

it all began


Poem March 23, 2019

Maxine Beneba Clarke
Lenticular Cloud – for Christchurch

across the tasman

through a westerly

     in ōtautahi, aotearoa

 

land of the long

 

 

        white