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Collecting Life
Collecting Life
Collecting Life
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Collecting Life

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Frances Daggar Roberts is an Australian poet who grew up in a remote area where she began to write poetry to capture the love she felt for plants, animals and landscape. She lives with her partner in a bushland setting close to Sydney and now focuses on her art and poetry having retired from her psychology work at the end of 2022. As a psycholog

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDebbie Lee
Release dateSep 9, 2023
ISBN9781761095986
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    Collecting Life - Frances Daggar Roberts

    1

    Threshold

    Under a pale moon,

    we sat upon my father’s boat

    and dreamed.

    Quiet water lapped

    against the hull,

    mysteriously dark

    as futures.

    Newspapers

    Our father brought them from the office

    and read them at night beside the fire

    or on the weekends in the sitting room

    while the afternoon grew long with shadows.

    They fuelled discussions and instruction

    the iniquities of the world brought to our bushland home

    a transport of astounding happenings:

    Ben Chifley replaced by Menzies at election

    the polio epidemic crippling other people’s children

    progress on the Snowy Mountains Scheme

    the road death of a child like us – a cautionary tale.

    We watched the flames that started with old crumpled pages

    sometimes wreathed in turpentine

    used to clean paintbrushes or to wipe down creosote

    blue spurts flaring among the logs and sticks.

    Then there were the garden beds beside the house

    mysteriously laid sheets of earth and paper

    excluding weeds retaining moisture

    boosting our love of strawberries

    which we christened paperberries

    and on an indoors rainy day papier-mâché sculptures

    that might wrench the face of Rodin into a grimace.

    But the finest application of the papers

    was the ride down to our ‘tip’

    crushed tight against my brother side by side

    on the front edge of a barrow full of garbage

    our perch laid thick with news sheets to protect our jeans…

    rollicking

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