Local Lines

July 8th, 2022Local Lines

Local Lines


Nose thumbing winter catches
late May unawares
beating down the last

straggling seed heads
navigating kamikaze plastic
bags to barbed wire.

Life shrinks back
over grey boulders
tight as skull skin.

A green desert
sparse and shivering
coats waterlogged clay.

Patient in paddock corners
rain driven ewes stand muddy
tails to the wind

waiting for bitter August
when they will drop their lambs
for spring slaughter.

  • Margret Lockwood

Margret has a background in teaching in Riyadh, (Saudi Arabia) Nhulunbuy, (NT) country Victoria and finally at Daylesford, and has lived in and around Glenlyon for 26 years. Her companions of choice are Jack and Cobber, two Hungarian Viszlas.

Local Lines comes mainly from a group of local poets but other submissions are always welcome. To have a poem considered for publication contact Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com

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