The Cold Stones of Feeling
By T M Collins
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The Cold Stones of Feeling has been eleven years in the making and almost every poem has been published and or received an award. It is a collection that may well be the poet's last full book of poetry.
T M Collins
T M Collins was born in Brisbane in 1957 and lives in Redlands City, Queensland. He is a fictionist and playwright but predominately a poet. He has received over 100 awards for his poetry, fiction and plays and has been published over 100 times in journals, magazines and newspapers in Australia and overseas.
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The Cold Stones of Feeling - T M Collins
The Cold Stones of Feeling
T M Collins
Ginninderra PressThe Cold Stones of Feeling
ISBN 978 1 76041 996 7
Copyright © text T M Collins 2020
Cover photo: Bridget Collins
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First published 2020 by
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Contents
The Cold Stones of Feeling
Acknowledgements
Also by T M Collins
To the memory of my father
Maurice John Collins
Never tell me that not one star of all
That slip from heaven at night and softly fall
Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.
‘A Star in a Stone-Boat’ – Robert Frost
The Cold Stones of Feeling
Woodsmoke and Ash
for my father
The boy wants to catch a fish
with black crystal eyes and
arched feathered spines up
its back with a tail flecked in
Nature’s hued colours.
He needs to feel the
wet silver fur of scales,
the smell of woodsmoke and ash
as the fish is laid out flat
on a steel plate of dark.
He watches the scar
on the water’s surface,
at the line-point ripples cobble out,
vibrating floating circles pronouncing
silent echoes under the skinniness
of the moon’s fine filigree blanket.
Fish scorn the hook, fictive intent in
their wilful stuck-open eyes.
He waits for the mashing body
movements relayed jerkingly
along the line and hopes to hear
a forlorn nightbird sing as his
eyes and ears reel that fish in,
the wet line slicing, sandering a
faint joint line crease in water.
Fish tunnel, stop, go in all other
directions, a batsman’s cricket wheel score.
He feels the tugs and flogs, the line limp,
then wet sandbag heavy then limp, and
he hopes it won’t flog once too often,
the line’s severed length gone lifeless
on the water’s black back.
Fish gently zigzag, drift, silk rippling
underwater, patrolling, easing calmness
with each shiny flick fin flick.
Water striates blue black on silver as
behind the jetty, the road and town
outskirts are oddly historic and poetic.
At this petty point of global landscape time
is hoarded on blackened trains out of town –
all that matters is the sudden suicide tug of line.
The boy wears his father’s old pelt hat
(‘21 rabbit pelts went into this hat, son’),
punch-drunk soft, worn and floppy,
a thumb hold hole through the front point
and in the shallowed brim the
sweaty stains of splintered years
of hard work and tonight in that
brim’s slight gutter some moonlight slept.
He hears his father’s mutter on the breeze,
a soft quelling voice like drifting ash and
that breeze, distant uilleann pipes
tingling the cold from his lips.
The line sings at the water’s resting ear,
the moon eats darkness, the sky is
arched buckled back, harpooned into
deepest night and the stars, little query
lights, click and tink time, on and off.
He places two slivered fillets on
blackened steel and begins pattering,
turning, heat sizzling flesh, scorching
pink to white while the constant
bat-squeak of wood under flame
hangs cool in the night air.
Death and darkness are his company
tonight – a sad soliloquy – alone in a
wooded clearing edge-near water
orange-lit tree lichen watches the
flagellating flames reflect upwards into
the boy’s squinting smoke-washed eyes.
Behind the cunning of the boy’s thoughts,
memories toil over like mould growing old,
he wipes tears as an owl scarecrowing