Poem of the week
Path at Stradbroke
by E.M.England (1944)
Other lovers will have found it now,
Or, over-run with undergrowth and bough,
It may lie list'ning to the surf's mild thunder-
I often wonder!
The sand slid underfoot – white, glist'ning powder,
As we went on, the surf grew louder,
Until, the shadow of the scrubland past,
We came at last
Just within the shelter of a boulder,
Panting, but happy; shoulder pressed to shoulder.
In all that stretch of glitt'ring sea and sky
Just you and I. ...
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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