AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Monday, July 16, 2012

Yesterday Was Wrong

Yesterday's Dreams ~ Jack Vettriano

Waiting for
A funeral to unfold is
Hardly the time to feel

But then
There are times when

She gowned a black version of
Her dancing dress

The one she wore when
They shared 
Shaft of
Across a room

The one she wore
His marriage to
Her friend

Linking to:
Magpie Tales #126


Sherry Blue Sky said...

What a great interpretation of the image. Tells quite a story. The plot would actually work well as a short story.

Mama Zen said...

Excellent piece!

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh a stinger at the end...

Brian Miller said...

oh really nice twist at the end...and giving thought to who caused that funeral as well...smiles.

Rinkly Rimes said...

'One split shaft of eye fire'......lots of passion in that!

vivinfrance said...

That is a real WoW poem for me. What a real cracker of a phrase you have written with "One
Shaft of

and a stunning twist in the

Helen said...

I like that she was 'conscious' of slipping into that black dress ... nice writing.

Mary said...

This poem packs a tremendous punch at the end. Love it when I encounter something totally unexpected in a poem!

Sue said...


Especially this:

There are times when

and "eye fire."

Nice twist, too.


Little Nell said...

Sharp - cutting, and spot on

robkistner said...

a randy bit of mourning, nice...

Sreeja said...

A story unfolding...great..and unique....

Naquillity said...


Karen S. said...

Ouch! A very fitting tale, so nicely written!



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