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Light on walls
reminder of picnic at hanging rock
lost mystery
nature’s cathedral sings

(c) June Perkins


A Bold New Plan 2016

A special thank you to all those joining this poetry space this year. I have some bold new plans for my blogs next year and am looking forward to redefining these spaces.



I have some bold new plans for my blog next year.

After some soul searching I truly know why I want this blog to exist and what I’d like it to achieve.

I am announcing the end of blog tours, although I have truly loved hosting people at the blog and hope you will take the time to leave a comment for the wonderful Karen Tyrrell, and visit any of my visiting writers and stress that this does not mean the end of visitors, far from it.

New directions! You’ll just have to wait and see.

This year has been a year of working out why I write, who for, and achieving some long held goals.

I’ve met some truly incredible mentors, at work, writing groups, public talks, and in the global cyberspace. I’ve also rediscovered a love of research!

Right now, a new logo is in the works, the…

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Creative Commons – Mark Smith

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


Dundee Park – June Perkins


A cathedral attracts me
Day by Day
To find the way light

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
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.


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 might have spent some time camping on Dunk Island
And joined their artist’s colony.

You would have wandered the beach when you were blind
And listened to the songs of the dugong out at sea.

(c) June Perkins

I shared this poem once before, but only the first part. I began to speculate what would happen if Monet came to North Queensland.

Pulp Western

Another one from Paul.

Poesy plus Polemics

Louis L'Amour Portrait by Fred Pfeiffer from Louis L’Amour
Portrait by Fred Pfeiffer

(Regarding Louis L’Amour)

unclean heroes
find dust and mud
mission in antique
morality tales
standing up against
black hearts the
scorched soulless
gunmen of lawless
frontiers leather
loyalties animate
bile and bloodlust
for rustic cut justice

stark panoramas
give stage to droll
sagas of sage and
saguaro red rocks
tower prominent
primitive sentinels
marking old trails
through meandering
canyons dry gulches
where rustlers and
outlaws hole up
between felonies

crude prairie towns
stick built for vice
homely housed
behind false fronted
dens of iniquity
gamblers bordellos
all manner of rogues
painting intrigues
in violent colors
fierce clashes of black
hats with white hats
horse opera clichés

romanticized virtues
play out in saloons
with brass spittoon
etiquettes aces and
eights stained by
gunsmoke and guile
famous figures who
temper the fiction
familiarize history
rowdy raw characters
give great escape
from a dull afternoon

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