When No One Is Watching, by Linathi Makanda: Aching poems of love and hurt

The poetry of Linathi Makanda is both universal and about searing personal experiences. I think each reader will find something here that particularly resonates for themselves. Often poems can each be read as stand alone experiences whether or not they are linked with others. This compilation cries out to be read as one poem and journey. ‘Love Rising’ The four parts begin with ‘Love Rising’ … Continue reading When No One Is Watching, by Linathi Makanda: Aching poems of love and hurt

Subliminal Dust, by Pooja Mittal: Poetry from Odyssey Books

Silence is never silent so long as there is a listening ear. (Back cover of book.) After four readings of Subliminal Dust I am still finding lines to enjoy afresh and differently. The poems bring out voices in movements, whispers amid chaos, sounds trapped in small rocks, the stretching voids of unspoken emotions, terribly pale silences. There is music in this triangle, as in a shell … Continue reading Subliminal Dust, by Pooja Mittal: Poetry from Odyssey Books

Safe Home, a Poem about teddy bears

You guard them as they laugh and grow, Till, big and strong and brave, They dash off to excitements, Without a backward wave. They plan, they build, they fill their world, Till one hard night they yearn, Quite suddenly,  to be safe home, And softly they return. They find a place long left behind, And through a portal peer, But now it’s strange and different, … Continue reading Safe Home, a Poem about teddy bears

B52s of Bird-dom, a Pelican Song

There were flurries of elation, For the squawk had gone around That the fish near Old Egret Were there to take. So the pelicans were plashing, The gulls joined in the fray, And all the others followed In their wake. They paddled in formation, They made their presence known, They owned every ripple of the Quay .. They shooed away the ferries, Sailed proudly by … Continue reading B52s of Bird-dom, a Pelican Song

The Limes upon the Cumquat Tree

And now for something different, Mawson’s Guardian brings you this lemon or, err, some sort of fruit. The limes Are nine In number On what was the cumquat tree. Is it nature’s blunder Or a horticultural wonder That only limes fall under This cumquat-less mystery? No matter how we rooted it, Re-potted it, Re-booted it, When it rarely fruited it Just offered us a lime. … Continue reading The Limes upon the Cumquat Tree