V8 - Poems
By PS Cottier
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V8 takes you on a journey in every form of vehicle, from the car to the bicycle, the ute to the train. Two poets reflect on their love of cars, the issues that arise from transport, and the many roads they have travelled.
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V8 - Poems - PS Cottier
CYLINDER 1: MODELLING THE PAST
Nobodies
Bonnie and Clyde were nobodies without their V8 Ford
joyriding
robbing and killing
punctured with over 100 armour-piercing bullets
Thelma and Louise somebodies in the 1966 Thunderbird
convertible
went from naiveté to ‘most wanted’
airborne over the lip of the Grand Canyon
Mad Max odyssey in a 1973 Ford Falcon XBGT
modified
last of the V8s
drifting loner-driver in post-apocalyptic Wasteland
Batman and Robin adventuring in the Batmobile
heavily armoured
tactical assault vehicle in pursuit of evil
wing-shaped fins are every knight’s wet dream
Clint and Meryl play Robert and Francesca
1960 GMC pick-up
engine idles, waiting, at traffic lights
leaves the bridges as sixty million romantic dreams
Sandra Renew
The animal tells it like it is
At the garage owned by the museum,
they showed us all the Holdens,
that seemingly indispensable vehicle
for Australian roads.
The first Holden. The last.
And there was a model thylacine
smiling at us, as if to say
extinction is a thing, you know,
whether marsupial or car.
Her stripes. Their wheels.
PS Cottier
Anguish
If it wasn’t bad enough that kids
detected the shadow of an English accent
in my vowels, before I took a hammer to them,
flattened them into acceptance,
my parents drove an Anglia. Now I would die
for such a classic, perhaps in duck-egg blue.
Then it was a further embarrassment –
a car that spelt the dreaded word Pom
with the very curve of its cute roof.
PS Cottier
love note to a silver ghost (Rolls-Royce 40/50 Silver Ghost, 1907)
my eyes are sun-dazzled by silver, dignified reflection belies the Spirit of Ecstasy rampant on the bonnet, subtle forest-green leather seats, an engineering marvel finished with black-gold plating and hammered copper. I’m writing this in black and white, can’t squander words on beauty, can’t write this car in colour.
Sandra Renew
Not the full Fiat
Pushing up, lying back,
I imagine a Fiat 500
clamped to the end of my toes.
500cc, 500 kilos,
give or take.
I am at 450 kilos, so not
the full Fiat,
but it’s like birthing a bambina.
Or bambino, for weight
doesn’t discriminate.
My knees swell like tyres.
PS Cottier
When did she become so lonely?
she was ten when she learned to drive a Model T Ford, converted to carry farm tools and hay bales, daggy sheep, shovels, and wire-cutters, spare rolls of plain and barbed wire, pieces of harness for various sized saddle horses –
all the grit of blowing sand
she still drives the track following directions her father shouts into the wind as she moves off, slow-riding the clutch, stop, start, break open the bales, sling the slabs onto the sheep track, a hillside of movement as sheep string out along the hayline.
she knows the sign at the crossroads – Population 23. she’s been to the city, a dual highway of impatience, no one stops for anyone. she’s been away to school, seen a new world. she’s come back.
check the water level in the dam, the intake pipe still under water, start the pump, open the tank, clear the trough.
cracking clay at the waterline stinks in the drying sun, wet cloying mud a false barrier along the yellow water edge.
crows keep their distance, keep their eye in. all they need is patience.
Sandra Renew
Before the Mustang
It was reliable, comfy as ugg boots,
and just about that chic.
Grey, four-cylinder, economical,
totally un-American.
Not a hint of speed or sprawl.
It was even easy to park,
and slid out of view
before anyone noticed it.
If you wanted to be a spy,
or a private eye, this car
would be the one for you.
You could dwell outside a house
for weeks, before anyone
thought that there was something to see,
something resembling a car.
I loved