Poem of the Day

Loving the prompts at Australian children’s poetry.  The Open Windows inspired me to think of a breeze wishing the windows would open!

Australian Children's Poetry

Outback Afternoon

The breeze coaxes

the windows open:

Windows as large as doors;

Windows as small as Nana’s china blue

dinner plates;

Windows of rainbow coloured glass

covered with trees and angels;

Windows frosted, so you can’t see through them,

textured and light grey.

The breeze beckons the windows open

creak

squeak

knock, knock.

The breeze doesn’t care if they are latched

lifted,

or pushed out

as long as

they open.

The breeze remembers when

windows had no glass

and were just open squares in

the walls and there was no air conditioning.

The breeze knows that some windows

are so clean and clear

that when they are closed

clueless birds fly into them.

Splat!

Whoosh!  Ha, ha!

The breeze chuckles its cooling fresh breath

through open windows

into the outback houses

wishing for the end of summer.

© June Perkins
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #6

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The Poetry of Reflections

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Reflections
dissolve the tree
that thinks it’s autumn

into lines and waves
and a woman photographing
something hidden standing
in front the tree –

perhaps a child on a bike
her daughter
or her grandchild

writing on the ripples
of water’s time
a winter’s day to

remember
a cycle at the gardens.

Tirra Lirra
watches the water
before she sings

‘May they always be happy.’

She projects
her new autumn dress
into the ripples.

If only she had a bike
to ride back through time
instead of a bike
to ride as a ghost.

She sings herself a
ripple into the water

floats into the poets
that watch for her
in reflections –

something hidden inside the poem

for artists
to watch and sing for.

(c) June Perkins

(See this for more about Tirra Lirra)