The Memory of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024
The scent of leaves
we placed between our clothes
...
This Year's Harvest
Ghosts of fires wash in
trees broken into blackened shards
...
I live close to a ridge at the top of the World Heritage Blue Mountains of Australia. My work is dedicated to preserving the natural environment and fighting for social justice. I live on the unceded lands of the Durug and Gundungurra people. My most recent collection is, The Passage of Bees, published by Ginninderra Press,2025. My eighth book, Kastellorizo, Walls in the Sun, is a family history and the history of a tiny island with an amazing past. It has taken me 13 years to finish and will be published shortly My poetry is included in numerous anthologies internationally including PoemHunter.com. More can be viewed on Wordpress under my name.)
The Memory Of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024
The Memory of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024
The scent of leaves
we placed between our clothes
no moths would dare to eat
but these we left behind
the fruit we sliced, summer ripe
packed in salt and sealed
preserved for later use
among the rubble of our home
my mother squeezed one each day
the drink she said
which gave her strength
but did not save her from the blast
before the bombs began
no home appeared complete
without its lemon tree
we cannot see where ours once grew
now we live in tents
wait hours in line for rice and mash
with our battered begging tins
the only things we own today
we talk and dream of food
recall the taste we crave
of boughs weighed down with fruit
from the tree that blessed our lives.