My latest project has been to design five a5 poetry postcards featuring my photographs and words. The plan is to sell these at poetry readings, markets, festivals, Magic Fish Dreaming book signings and workshops as I work towards my next books. I’ll read them at open readings when they are on as well. You’ll see these for the first time at the Mt Alford Artisan’s Market if you can make it to that.
Delighted to have a new collection of poetry for the bicentennial year, almost edited. These were some of the comments back from Beta readers. They also offered some great constructive critique as well to improve the work. I thank them so much for their time, guidance and beautiful words.
Will be sharing some of these poems for the first time in public on the opening night of Illumine
Comments on June’s new collection
I enjoyed the stream of consciousness. Some of the poems reminded me of Rabindranath Tagore’s work. I related to the references to Holy Spirit and reference to Joseph in poems like Art as a Gift of the Holy Spirit and Dear Artist.
Very deeply felt and flowing verse, reminding me of thought patterns in the Eastern spiritual tradition. The Poetry Bird / Swirling, Almost Something / Prince of Peace / The Dreamer each struck a chord in me, seeming particularly gentle and transcendent.
Wow! This work is illuminating, smooth, cool and smart! Real smart! The pieces that really resonated with me were The Poetry Bird, Poet’s Tree, Dear Artist, Art as a Gift of the Holy Spirit, First Light, Declaration, Dawn Breakers and In Faith.
I LOVE this book. So many gems – I particularly like The Dreamer.
I love the moonlight
and fade by the dawn.
I peek out from beside volcanic rocks
with my beauty.
Neighbours gather ritually
to see me dance.
Shani Mootoo writes my story
Robert Haydn too.
What am I?
Where am I?
Will you write of me too?
(c) June Perkins
With the current heat wave on in Brisbane and several parts of Australia, it seemed like a good day to share this poem.
Hot day like a trumpet blast
of melodic riffs that rise but
never quite fall;
each note finally dripping into
a sweat drop
going flip flop on
Overheated notes trying to
keep the jazz afloat
fingers that won’t stop
pushing the buttons
in the search for cool.
Calling out for the cool change
seeking the release from the water key
brass melt away
Trumpet make the people
pump the pavement
with their call for cool.
(c) June Perkins