Sunday, August 03, 2025

Death's Delicate Silence

 Can you see the critters hidden in the shade?
—Photos of River Red Gums in the
Flinders Ranges, South Australia,
by Ginette Pestana
—Poetry by James Aitchison,
Melbourne, Australia

 
 
river red gums

gray sentinels
rising from
forgotten creek beds
spreading love
twisted roots
tussling the rock
holding stories
remembering old storms
praying water will again
this way come
 
 
 

 
power lines

is this where they’ll run

across this valley,
gossamered in mist

where quaint old farms
guard lush treasures,

and will they squat
on ugly haunches

predators in repose,
 
and will they corrupt
the landscape

to feed far distant
cities

and will no one care? 
 
 
 

 
INGRID IN THE BUSH

When light of sun fades
The bush softens,
Becomes softer, the translucence
That once lit Bergman,
The soft deflected haze of
Eucalypt-scented air in lazy
Twilight, the dewy composition of
Her face, in wan tones devoid of color.
The day is closing,
Ingrid fading now,
Into the eternal evening.


(First published in
Quadrant, Australia, 2021)
 
 
 

 
LOST

There, on uneasy hills,
pastures are appropriated.

And on the river flats,
where vegetables like
soldiers marched, machines
crucify mortal soil.

Morning fences lean into
one last sunrise that spikes
with gold the mourning shed
where harnesses once jingled.

In one eucalypt, magpies are
demagogic in its naked branches.

A farmhouse, beyond redemption,
its chimney brick and staunch,
soon will be devoured.
 
After pillage—an exhibition village;
an unpretty paradise with plastic flags,
manned by flash-suited locusts,
honey tongued.
 
 
 

 
Today’s LittleNip:

DAWN
—James Aitchison

I saw the sun rise,
rise into the truth,
the truth of the soul,
and I saw we are eternal.
Dying, I saw white light
at the end of my days,
death’s delicate silence
as soft as butterflies
on clouds, and I saw
we are eternal.

_________________

Aussie Newcomer James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet. Of his 203 books, many are horror stories written for middle readers, written as "James Lee". They inspired the Netflix series,
Mr Midnight: Beware the Monsters. He believes in the transformative power of poetry; many of his poems address mental health issues as well as the beauty of the world around us. Welcome to the Kitchen, James, and don’t be a stranger!

_________________

—Medusa
 
 
 
 James Aitchison




















 
 
 
 
 
 
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