Brushstrokes
By Jill Gloyne
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Jill Gloyne lives on Kangaroo Island. Brushstrokes, her latest collection, includes many poems that have been previously published in a wide variety of journals and some that have won awards.
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Brushstrokes - Jill Gloyne
Brushstrokes
Jill Gloyne
Ginninderra PressContents
Brushstrokes
Acknowledgements
Also by Jill Gloyne
Brushstrokes
ISBN 978 1 76041 279 1
Copyright © text Jill Gloyne 2017
Cover image: © Scott Hartshorne 2017, used with permission
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 2016 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015 Australia
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Brushstrokes
First Words
My mother fed me my first words.
Entranced, I asked for more.
As toys and tools, words led me to another world.
At night, door shut against loneliness,
I practised different combinations,
fabricated friends who talked all night
until, exhausted, we packed away our syntax
and slept in a smile slung between two brackets.
Books read me as I read them.
I travelled the world in a dictionary
hand in hand so I would not get lost.
A thesaurus arrived, slept under my pillow
to deepen the coloured layers of my dreams.
Those first few words my mother fed me
feed me still. And I am just as hungry.
Poets
They come in all shapes and sizes
like antique bottles and jars:
short and squat, square or round,
blue and green and brown
or with a glass ball in the neck
to hold in effervescence,
defence against explosions
that might shatter them.
I have found them hidden in closets,
among ruins of old buildings,
on rubbish dumps, at garage sales
and under old Akubras.
They have no labels to tell you
who or what they are or were,
but if you rub them gently,
very gently,
a genie might emerge.
What is Poetry?
What is poetry? she asked.
Ah, poetry, I sighed
into the waiting wind.
Poetry is what you do not say
with words you do not write.
Hidden in an image
it leaps from the page,
draws blood and
gives succour to the soul.
Song Without Words
He was a simple man. Unversed. Or worse.
Illiterate. Barely articulate. Tripped over words
like stumbling blocks. Misread their meaning,
leaning as they did at awkward angles
in their sentence. Preferred to disentangle
fencing wire and fishing line,
not convoluted letters of the mind.
And yet, between his workman’s hands there grew
a wordless song that flew each time he looked upon his life,
his wife. His eyes to hers wrote poetry he knew
she understood. No need for metre, assonance or rhyme.
No cause to write, recite, communicate by mail.
At night his fingers traced unwritten lines,
translating, as he went, his text to Braille.
It’s Just Semantic
I couldn’t, wouldn’t, shouldn’t
be your lover.
You shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t
be mine.
So why all the fuss,
as if we have, when we haven’t
done what we didn’t
because we can’t.
The won’t, the shan’t
do not apply in
love’s linguistics.
We both know
we would if we could.
Plus ça Change
Cinderella’s liberated now:
Domestic Science teacher, permanent
position, sick pay, holidays and even, wow!
a place on the Board of Education, meant,
of course, as a sop to gender bias, yet
nevertheless, a step