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    House of Dreams: Selected Poems
    House of Dreams: Selected Poems
    House of Dreams: Selected Poems
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    House of Dreams: Selected Poems

    By Thérèse Corfiatis

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    The poems selected in this book – taken from Thérèse Corfiatis’s four published books, and a Pocket Poet – convey striking images of landscape, childhood, travel and place. Some of the poems have a mystical element. Colour, light and sound weave together the threads of human experience. This book resonates with a

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDebbie Lee
    Release dateSep 5, 2016
    ISBN9781760412043
    House of Dreams: Selected Poems
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    Thérèse Corfiatis

    Thérèse Corfiatis lives in Ulverstone, on Tasmania's beautiful north-west coast, where her deep love of landscape has inspired many of the poems in this collection. She was born in Hobart and has lived in Adelaide.

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      House of Dreams - Thérèse Corfiatis

      House of Dreams

      House of Dreams

      Selected Poems

      Thérèse Corfiatis

      Ginninderra Press

      Contents

      Copyright

      Dedication

      House of Dreams

      Acknowledgements

      House of Dreams: Selected Poems

      ISBN 978 1 76041 204 3

      Copyright © text Thérèse Corfiatis 2016

      Cover photo © janonkas

      All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.

      First published in this form 2016 by

      Ginninderra Press

      PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015 Australia

      www.ginninderrapress.com.au

      For Paul, Yousif, Kye, Jason, Eddie and Lucy

      House of Dreams

      Cameron Street Cameo

      South Hobart

      First memories are of peering

      Through the garden gate,

      Wooden palings with gaps between them,

      Staring out curiously upon the world.

      Above me

      Gigantic high-domed sky.

      It was then I loved the colour blue.

      A red-brick church

      Soared to the right of me,

      In my mind a monumental structure –

      And my mother’s garden

      Bordered with small neat stones.

      The old house seemed so huge,

      Narrow staircases ascending

      To attic rooms at either end.

      I played there with make-believe friends

      As real to me as my own voice.

      I awoke one night

      (Or was I dreaming?)

      Stretching up to look out

      Over the window sill,

      And from my upstairs room

      I thought I saw a small pink elephant.

      One day my plaits got caught

      Tangling in the washer’s wringer

      Hair starting to tear from the scalp.

      Shrieks of help sent mother rushing in.

      Just in time she saved me.

      And a memory

      Of waiting for my father to come home.

      He walked briskly from the bus stop

      Up Angelsea Street

      His long coat flapping in the wind,

      His cigarette trailing little clouds of smoke.

      I would run to meet him and

      He would stop and stand quite still,

      A concerned look upon his face,

      Catching me up in strong arms.

      My little brothers,

      One still

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