Shots from the Family Album

1 August 2012
You,

playing slow burning dirty

blues with a matchstick

plectrum. A pouch of

Champion Ruby

and a tallie at your

knee.


You again,

sharking pool

black quiff, brown skin and cold

stare. One eye on the kitty

to pay the power bill.


Here you are,

shirtless, lean

smelling of fresh sweat and petrol

mowing our yard while I hang

from your back licking salt

crystals as they dry in the sun


and here,

Father’s Day morning, still

drunk from a poker game, one eye the colour

of steak, unwrapping the present I’d

made you, with somebody else’s

blood on your knuckles.
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Trudie Murrell

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Trudie Murrell is a Brisbane based writer and performer. Her poems have appeared in “The Green Fuse”.



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6 Responses to Shots from the Family Album

  1. gnunn says:
    August 1, 2012 at 6:57 pm

    Yes, yes, yes!

    Reply
  2. piedhillprawns says:
    August 2, 2012 at 11:41 am

    Love these shots. This piece is up there beside ‘Boy’ in my favourite Trudie Murrell poems.

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  3. John Wainwright says:
    August 2, 2012 at 5:43 pm

    Very good Trudie – well done.

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  4. trudles says:
    August 3, 2012 at 4:42 pm

    Thanks G, This one evolved from one of your workshops.

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  5. trudles says:
    August 3, 2012 at 4:44 pm

    Prawns, that’s a big call but one I’m happy to hear.

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  6. trudles says:
    August 3, 2012 at 4:46 pm

    Cheers John, Thanks for the feedback in the early drafts.

    Reply
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