Poem of the week


                   by Peter Miles (1942)

Moreton Bay fig

Grass like small feet following, 
wind-worried. Wind in Moreton figs
through leaves hand-broad, thick, stiff, through boughs
soft clumsy, loutish, knotted, wind roar-loud
in undertones, congealed in trees, and suddenly
shrill-free again. In pines it sings
a high clear note, in palms it creaks,
rubs, rustles all the night: one tells what tree by wind sound. In the Moreton figs
along the river, roar, loud and deep
and dully warped, unlovely, menacing. And grass 
like small feet following. 



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Mabel Forrest


So prolific, such a sad life

When Mabel Forrest died in 1935, there was a public outpouring of grief. By then, she was probably Queensland's best known writer, and certainly its most widely published poet. The Courier Mail  called her 'the representative poet of Queensland, her native state'. But she died broke and mentally unwell.

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