Words in italics are from the The Doctor’s show on Triplej
by Melanie Cunningham
Bird calls and traffic are a good soundtrack
For the awakening bustle in the field by the railway.
Long hushed cane platters and glass lampshades see the light of day after years of quiet;
Rediscovery is the melody, a dogmatic beat
Poignant counterpoint to the life of the city surrounding.
Mustiness is freshened by the crisp new breeze
That blows through the racks of hopeful clothing
Huddled in higgledy rows – designer suits cloaking bikinis,
Nanna’s nightie now retro style to be worn over denim.
Lean, chenille-trousered ‘stallies’ unpack their wares
Nothing’s wrong today
Economy is a lifestyle, seeming virtuous
Madness reflects madness
The crazed insatiable hunger of the shiny plastic packaged city
A abstracted echo of the mad hunt for treasure in cardboard boxes.
The future starts slow, the wheels of so many bicycles
Turn, turn slowly at first, peddled lackadaisically
Become a coda and cycle through another reincarnation
A new life begun
Bike lust, bike lost
There are bigger problems
Peddlers exist in a repeating refrain month by month
Treasure buried and unearthed
Sideshows to the real economy.
Exercise - Create a 'found poem' using snippets of words you hear on the radio