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New Poetry – Viewed From Atop

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New Poetry

Viewed From Atop

We stood still atop the Monolith
A Monolith steeped in myth
It appears to go for eternity
The view showed that perfectly
Across the plain the eye could see
Nothing but spinifex and gumtree

But hold, what is this?
A youth with a spear stalking
His steps, the spinifex dodging
A Wallaby he was watching
We were spellbound by his skill
To watch the hunt, quite a thrill
Closer and closer did he get
The Wallaby unaware of the threat

Closer now, his muscles coiled
Ready and sure he stood poised
With silent movements the spear took flight
Thrown with all his might
Straight and true the spear it struck
Against the aboriginals lance
The Wallaby had no chance

The bush suddenly alive
More and more did arrive
There was stomping of feet
And music with beat
With patterns painted upon the chest
Seated on the ground with legs crossed
Stories were told, the spirits were thanked

The young mans skills had proven to be ample
He had provided a feast for all to sample
By the time we got down night had fallen
They had moved on, everyone gone
But plenty we had to reflect upon
As we slept awaiting the new dawn

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New Poetry – Fledgelings



The sound was sweet
Upon my senses, it did sweep
The day began to heat
It was now time to sleep

Afternoon’s siesta done
Evening had begun
The birds again did sing
More and more in spring

Upon the wing, they hunt
Acrobatics like a stunt
Those that are fast
They are unsurpassed

The chicks all wait
Their bills agape
As fledgelings, they try
If only they could fly

Soon they will try
Madly flapping they flit
To flight, they commit
Through the air with grit

As they leave the nest
With puffed out chest
Parents now rest
They too leave the nest

© Hamish McKenna


The Widows Blade

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New Poetry – Lost Love

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Lost Love

Incognito she went alone
It was time to atone
The truth to be bared
Bared to the bone

Her life in stagnation
She would lay the foundation
No longer to be ignored
Her purpose underscored

In the library with falsehood
The internet was her wallboard
With the anonymity provided
By fake email she recited

To the newsroom she did right
Of a long-forgotten blight
Her memory could not erase
The memory of that day

The horror she did witness
Had been so so vicious
She is asleep be quiet
Go to bed be silent

Her breath the glass did steam
She gazed in a silent scream
The sight never left her
She could not control the dream

Always afraid she had never spoken
As her youth passed in fear
Inwards daily she retreated
Of love she had never been treated

The text she wrote was harrowing
She spoke of darkness and digging
Where her mother lay now revealed
To the editor she was appealing

She would prefer anonymity
Her location he did not know
She hoped it could remain so
If not, she would face her foe

And so it was done
The process had begun
Love had been missed day after day
Now she hoped her father would pay

© Hamish McKenna