My poems are usually based on observation of flora and fauna in my environment. Most have previously been published in poetry magazines in Canada, USA, NZ, Australia and UK. My painting site is at https//: june-walker.pixels.com
A row of sergeant-majors
stands to attention beside the girders
of the glass-house. Wearing wine red busbies
above lime green uniform stalks:
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At the edge of close-cropped lawn,
purple vetch, daisies, thistles
and buttercups grow-
a singular patch of wilderness.
...
Yarrow, creamy,
waist-high,
liquorice scent-filled air,
sycamore saplings sprouting,
...
This shell has pockmarks and barnacle bumps
on its rough elephant hide back,
protecting the abalone that once lived
there. The roof inside is smooth,
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A piece of the pier sits on the horizon,
like a lost hope, or a lost ship,
a perching place for birds,
a marker for fishermen's boats at sea.
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