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O Australia

By Jeanine Leane

O Australia I want to follow the transit of Venus/ sail around the corner of the world/ discover your terra incognito/ catch the first fleet/ get a ticket of leave ...

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Urban Forests

By Jeanine Leane

growing strong without notice
weathering each season
sheltering strangers shading streets
anchored deep reaching high
standing still always moving

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The Disappearing

The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »

Hardwood

By Jeanine Leane

eternity is hardwood
worn only over time
by the touch of wings
            the wash of rain
                        the breath of wind

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Wisdom

By Jeanine Leane

vision omniscient
listeners that never sleep
standing still growing quietly
speaking nothing storing all
remembering everything

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History

By Jeanine Leane

Melbourne is Naarm
her stories
are stored in melaleuca
etched in eucalypts
flowing with the river
living over time

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Living Literature

By Jeanine Leane

trees are old stories
pods and seeds are words that grow
bark chapters fall to earth
turn to dust scatter and renew
wood is a deep archive
an ancient custodian ...

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Witnesses

By Jeanine Leane

think of the memory of trees
shedding bark in layers of memory
back to forest floor to the
underground story of deep time
growth and age flourish and decay
rot ...

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Djiringanj Country

By Jeanine Leane

Bundanon

The mist takes its time rising
from the mountain. A pathway
rambles along steamy fern
undergrowth. You catch up
with yourself. Take your time –
slow down on Djiringanj Country.

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Looking for Arabanoo

By Jeanine Leane

Midway between the Spit Bridge and Manly
on a sandstone overhang jutting like a rock shelf
in the heights of Balgowlah, two benches
look out between North and South Head ...

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Hostages

By Jeanine Leane

The kidnapped memories of
Aboriginal people are hostages
beneath this white settler mythscape.
Hear us now. Release our words.
Set us free.

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Morumbeedja

By Jeanine Leane

Morumbeedja! Mother of all water
flood your waves of memory
over this land
story our Country again.

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