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)


Saturday, May 31, 2008


Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A creative view of a corner of Cranbourne Botanical Gardens
Inspire Me Thursday prompt ~ Purple and Orange

In columned folds of whimsical purple drapes
Pressing down from skyworlds
And buoyed by earthy orange ochre pillars ~
Final bastions
Of dusky
Dust ~
Even in artland
There can be just a little
Squeezed into

Read my latest poem ~ Ferment and Buckets ~ on AuraGem Songlines

Friday, May 30, 2008

Curved Wisdom

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Bedhead
Sunday Scribblings prompt ~ Curve or curves
Some curves lead nowhere ~
Cyclical seasons
Some curves are rainbow links ~
From somewhere to
Somewhere else
Some curves circle
And meet ~
Like a cathedral spire
Prayerfully leading to
A heaven
And some curves
In waves of

Read my latest poem ~ Different Worlds ~ on AuraGem Songlines

Thursday, May 29, 2008

All I remember is how I forgot...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Clown doll ~ 2
Two for Tuesdays prompt ~ Heather said ~ I saw this line over at Kary’s Blog, and I can’t get it out of my head. I would LOVE to see what you guys do with it as a starting line! ...All I remember is how I forgot...
All I remember is how I forgot to buy a newspaper...
I wanted the latest headlines
In the latest newspaper
As a keepsake of a moment
Frozen in Camden time ~
But all I remember is reaching for
A clown doll
To take with me
To what would be
In the paradise of

Read another poem related to this doll ~ Clown Child ~ on AuraGem Songlines

Chained Fenceline

Pic by Gemma Wiseman - Imaginative Glimpse of Seawinds, Mornington Peninsula
3WW Prompt ~ blurred + illegal + match
A chained fenceline symbolises a warning
To beware
Ground ~
It could be illegal
To ignore signs
But often
Curiosity may match
Even challenge
Some boil with a sense of
Rebellion ~
Willing the spirit to explore
Reality ~
The message of
The colours

Sunday, May 25, 2008

In the world of one magpie

Pics by Gemma Wiseman
ReadWrite prompt ~ Exercise in Comparisons
Simply Snickers prompt ~ cordial + company
Meet Norm the amazing magpie who regularly visits our home. If he's not getting attention, he politely knocks at the door. In the next stage, if that fails, he not so politely decides to shred the front door mat. And then! He calls! Very very loudly and non stop like a warbling "coo-eee" in the base of the throat! After his morning photo shoot, (see pics below), he decided to check out the competition. I was trying to photograph some musical figurines, but he just had to get in on the act! So there he is (see above)! Big Norm and the little music man!
He struts like a professional model ~
His curiosity is always sharpened
With blatant nosiness ~
And his impeccable ego is like a stubborn
Petulant child
Who simply will never understand that
Wrong is wrong and
Manners are manners


But when Norm
Edges closer
On the arms
Of a chair
That he claims
Is his
There is a strong sense
That he needs
To be wanted
To be loved

And there is a strong sense
That company
Could be
A two way street ~
In fact
It is hard to say
Whether Norm
Or we
Offer the cordial welcome
But quickly
That small
Sensitive moment
When he checks
The call of

And he flies
Into the skies of
Just another

Return to the Isle of Light

Pics by Gemma Wiseman
Just a few notes ~ I have moments when I long to return to Tasmania, an island paradise. If I hear a little music from Alchemy (1996-8), then my spirit weeps with longing.
So using song titles from Alchemy's albums, here is a poem dedicated to a return someday. (Song titles are highlighted!)
Writer's Island prompt ~ The Return
One Single Impression prompt ~ Reflecting

Life is just a Stony Ground
Stifling the rhythms of
Earthbeat ~
A Tarn Dance
Bleeding feet
But The Calling
I feel
Dark Wind
Black Sea
But I walk
On Shifting Sands
In the Seasons of
Shadows ~
The Tapestry
Of Dreams
Spills fractured realities
On a Wing
Cursed to
Icarus' Flight
On the Whitest Sand
In a January summerland
I dare to stand on
Land's Edge
Reflecting on
Pasts and futures ~
Scanning the Ebb and Flow ~
And will my ship
To give me
The return

Whimsical Landscape

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ This is a pic of Arthurs Seat from bushland by Bunurong Track below. The mountain is always mystical in the mist. I tweaked the image a little to enhance the alluring mystery. It could so easily be a parallel universe; a world within worlds.
N.B. With petrol at record high levels, I am trying to take pics on the way shopping or going to and from work. I only allow myself small detours to get to the original destination. So pics are always "on the way" to some somewhere locked into the daily routine. Hopefully, the Semester holidays will allow me petrol space (no work drives) to go a little further afield!)
Writer's Island Prompt ~ Parallel Universe
Inspire Me Thursday ~ Whimsy

A mountain is nature's cathedral ~
Where the windows are always open
To the heavens ~
Where sculptures
And paintings
Are always
In seasonal fashion
And the door
Is always open
To anyone
Who wishes
To stop awhiles
In a fragrant

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Whimsical Silence

Pic by Gemma Wiseman of the Chairlift Tea Rooms ~ Arthurs Seat
N.B. This is actually quite a dreary pic. But I used a touch of "techy magic" to give it a sparkle!

Silent Sunday
In the early grey hours
Of a dawn waiting for rain ~
And the tea room
At the base of the mountain
Was a lonely echo of
Other days
When people thronged
To journey the mountain slope
In a tiny chair
The picture
The reality
Seemed so forlorn
But a little light
Of imagination
Could so easily
Give a sad light
A new glow

Whimsical Light

Pics by Gemma Wiseman ~ Click on the pic to read the "secret" words! (Use the zoom feature to read the verses! I didn't want the words to overwhelm the pic!)
N.B. This is actually a beautiful figurine given to me by my partner as a Christmas present. I have always loved it! Only trouble was, a pic inside the house seemed to lose its beauty in other homely pieces. So I took it out onto the verandah, placed it on the railing in front of a camellia bush... and voila!

Gated Masks

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
ReadWrite Prompt #27 ~ Similes + Metaphors
Like waiting at a gate
That cannot unlock ~
Like dreaming of yesterdays
As if they were real ~
Like being a soul
In a time frame

A mask is a smile
Etched on a

Quitting or Quilting?

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ As You Like It
Sunday Scribblings Prompt ~ Quitting
Quitting is all about silhouettes
And a fallen
Quitting is like a Madame Tussaud's
For the glossy ones
(If you're lucky) ~
It is like stamping out
The colours of life
With crossbars
And keeping
Any semblance of
A bridge
Tucked away in some
But even in the poorest shapes
Of denial
And indifference
A silken blanket
Of light
Bright glows
Of living breath
On the other side
Of the bed
Replace quitting
With sleeping awhiles
And there may be
The awakening
Opportunity to

Friday, May 23, 2008

Come Home

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Night lights at Balnarring, Mornington Peninsula
Writer's Island Prompt ~ The Return

I love night lights ~
Jewelled beacons
The weary
The blind ~
There is a silent
To seek
To relax
In peace ~
To return

Postcard Heaven

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Mixed Bits
Poefusion Prompt ~ Friday 5 ~ shell, comic book, discarded soapbox, rubber soles, postcard
3WW Prompt ~ delayed, edge, focus

After a brisk shower dance
The discarded soapbox is left
To let wistful stars
Weep dry
(At least till the same routine
And the humble rubber soles
Take a walk
(Or a jog)
On the wild side
Of healthy living
Before knuckling down
To the next routine
Of working
On the edge
Of healthy living
This monotone lifecycle
This delayed action
Is worth a strip
In a comic book
If only we could
The shell
Of "must do"
And dare to focus
In the worlds of "may do"
Or "could do"
That would be worth
A postcard
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rafael Saldana's whimsical postcards of Tasmania

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

My First Meme - Thank you Tammie Lee!

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Balnarring, Mornington Peninsula
A little light
In the leaves of darkness
Leaves a little light

Tammie Lee has tagged me for a meme. Usually I write a poem a day. With my new digital camera, I am finding new inspiration! In fact, I was wondering if I could search out another poetry prompt when I found Tammie Lee's invitation! (I am a poetry addict, as if you couldn't tell!) But this makes a refreshing change. Here's hoping it sounds OK!

The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
Each player answers the questions about himself or herself.
At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

Ten years ago: May 1998
Ten years ago was a dark time for me. I was surrounded by the beauty of the island of Tasmania. I so loved the beauty of her mountains and villages. Every scene, in any season, was picture perfect. But I was living a tragic life, seeing all I had worked for slip away. I lived on a grand rural property of 50 acres in the heart of the Western Tiers. But I feared for my safety as my partner resorted more and more to gambling and drinking. Finally, I grabbed what I could bundle into my car and literally ran. But always, in even the darkest darknesss, there is light. Just under ten years ago was a turning point, when I finally left for Melbourne to start life again. It has been tough, but since then I have met and now live with a most loving man. We struggle! We both have tragic stories, but we love each other. And so, I believe we have riches far beyond any worldly wealth. I feel very fortunate.

Five things on today's "to do" list:
1. Begin and end the day with "I love you" to my partner. This never changes from day to day.
2. Eat sensibly to get through a hectic day of teaching.
3. Enjoy my students and their achievements. (This never changes either!)
4. Offer help somewhere to someone.
5. Write about anything that has nothing to do with schoolwork to keep me sane! (Well, just a little anyways!)

Things I'd do if I was a billionaire:
This would have to be an impossible dream! But if, by some miracle this would happen, I would only ask for a home for my partner and I and just enough to live out our lives in retirement. The rest I would like to share with other battlers! That would be perfect happiness!

Three bad habits:
1. Writing at all hours of the night and not getting enough sleep.
2. Worrying about too much, including students.
3. Writing poetry when I should be listening attentively to staff meetings or finding some excuse to give them a miss.

Five places I've lived:
1. Sydney, NSW - for most of my growing up years
2. Liffey, Tasmania - for 2.5 years
3. Liena, Tasmania - 6 months
4. Blackburn, Melbourne - 3.5 years
5. Mornington Peninsula - 5 years

Five jobs I've had:
1. Worked in the Sydney theatres to support university years
2. Worked in Sydney bookshops
3. English/History teacher in Sydney high schools
4. Tourist industry - tea room + chalets - Tasmania
5. English/History teacher Melbourne + part-time writer of English texts

Five people I'm tagging for this meme - Please note, this is completely optional!
O help this is so hard! I have never been involved in a meme before, so don't really know who may even have done this one! But here goes! Please leave me a comment on this post if you choose to do it!

Jeques at Jeques's Web Nook
Elizabeth at The House in Marrakesh
Tara Bradford - Paris Parfait
Selma - Selma in the City
Linda - Nickers and Ink

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Bleeding air waves

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ My old radio
One Single Impression prompt ~ Bleeding
Bleeding dry in musky corners ~
An art gallery of dried blood
Not on the walls
But within the walls
And the halls
Where tread
The songs
That bled
Old voices
Old souls

Monday, May 19, 2008

A hint of possible sound

Pics by Gemma Wiseman ~ Windchimes in my dining room window + fragment of a print on my hall wall.

Cafe Writing Prompt ~ arouse, morning, nerve, women, men, beauty, admire, nowhere
Two for Tuesdays Prompt
- race, own

In some worlds
Women are still stifled
In strait jacket
Role plays ~
Their inner beauty
In deathly caskets ~
Cursed to act out
And shapes
In some worlds
Men admire

Routine and ritual
In old wisdoms ~
To break
And shapes ~

To own
New shadows ~
In the race to
New light
In some worlds

Is the nerve centre
Of nowhere
And windchimes
Before rainy glass
Arouse only a hint
Of possible

Elements of Light

Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rosebud pier with light on water
Simply Snickers prompt ~ hope + happens
There is something about
A ribbon of light on water ~
There is something about
A stream of light beneath greying clouds ~
There is something about
A shaft of light
Leading to intersecting pylons ~
And if a stream of light
Happens to lead to a misty mountain
Over fluid landscapes
There is
Waiting for

Saturday, May 17, 2008


Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Fragmented window landscape 5
Totally Optional Prompts ~ Symbolic Poetry
It's raining on my landscape ~
The garden is a blur of broken fences
And fallen leaves
The window ~
Fragmented with tears
And eerie
Shapes ~
Is only

Friday, May 16, 2008

Blue Light of Impulse

Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Garden Gnome ~ inverted colours
Writer's Island prompt ~ Impulse
Icy winter winds
Prowl and howl
In the darkness
And the new digital
Lies beside me
On the table
Hoping tomorrow may shed
Just a little sunshine
For rambling
Secret corners
Of inspiration
But the spirit
Is longing for the moment
A tiny gnome
Too precious for lonely gardens
Smiles nearby ~
But not for long ~
The spark
Is happening
In a new context
Of an aging sideboard
Mellow with etched shapes
Of cloudy faces ~
While silver rain
Tumbles in
In the misty night ~
She lingers
In a world
In the mystical
Light of



A place of beauty in the Western Tiers


View near Blackwood Park Cottages, Mole Creek

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Archive of Blog Quotes

  • A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
  • Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
  • Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
  • Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
  • Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman

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