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Apsley Gorge
ekphrastic for Paula Jenkins’ ‘summer synchronicity’
at NERAM
these aren’t the colours
but the colours are there
fenced from the edge and dry
it’s as if they were drawn from deeps
though I won’t say
I won’t tell you the colours
it’s as if from sunset
a generalised sky
as if from stone
trees rise
clouds fall
and what will we say?
palette dashings of rain once
indigenous white for irony
isn’t a colour at all
imagine meeting here
in the way of two songs
the feast of waters tumbling
season tells in the bright
in a box of the world lain flat
here is the drip and the scrape
and the smear
these aren't the distances
but the distances are here
in years you’ll come back
and the poem will be in the picture
and the picture in the weather
the colours will call to us
sun here there
as one might find a corner
so frame the way we see that
all this day is signed
#675 - Apsley Gorge Rim Walk
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Apsley Gorge Rim Walk
out of Walcha
on sway bridge
where river meet
landslid scar
tufty and tussocky
black cypress
new england stringybark
snowgum
bendemeer white
grey box
how breezily they leaf it
limbs here
skinny and scratch
all rise
watch out sky
there’s all round edge
blue patching
where it might have your hat
flaking stones
clumsy blocks fallen
precarious the cliff catch
and creviced soil throws up green shoots
everywhere here’s where a snake went
and all around an edge
time tears at the stumbling day
roar of the Oxley highway behind
roar of the waters far falling
shone in the below pool
sky come on for grey
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