notes to a landscape

By | 1 May 2021

It is a structural matter, a view from a window which has been carefully placed to exclude a whole quadrant of the landscape.
— W.E.H. Stanner

axe time, pale
austere, Gregorian
the ridgebacks saw down
bodies of clay
the eucalypt quills nestle
fractured rivers
forked light, shrapnelled sky
among plains:
everything happens once
to a grave.

myth softens,
lacteal foregrounds
invite gaze
and knot it.
distance is heroic
in an easel, a survey:
packed wadding and shot,
spit fumed wind-rose,
hints to travellers,
well-watered meadows and soft,
black poplars flourish

syntax is plunder.

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