One Poem by Daphne Milne

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.


There used to be fish in this water
sticklebacks and trout.
Frogs came each year to spawn
in the place where they were born
and fishermen cast hopeful lines
ate sandwiches    invented tales
of the big one that escaped their wily rods.

Now the detritus of previous lives
and long lost love affairs
rubs shoulders with old
supermarket trolleys    prams
and ancient mattresses.

I linger on the bank wrapped
in the cloak of dreams and memories.
Once upon a time we walked here.
Beneath these silver birches
our nascent plans have turned to stone
warning of the past that’s yet to happen
cornucopia of hope and death.


Daphne Milne now lives in Fremantle, Australia. Her pamphlet The Blue Boob Club is published by Indigo Dreams Press:

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