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A farm story

by Elizabeth Trew

All carefully kept on the sisters’ dairy farm:
two giant eucalypts – beloved and long dead
stand by the old house, now a Bed and Breakfast. 110 more words

Poetry

Becoming

by Elizabeth Trew

cannot lie still.
Winter swings round to rebirth its spring.
Light from the sun, pale as lemon flesh at dawn
is copper at noon, pewter at dusk. 53 more words

Poetry

Kristina

by Elizabeth Trew

My aunt spoke loud in her Nordic lilt –
louder when she was on the phone,
louder and slower when
she spoke to me. 133 more words

Poetry

Leavings

by Elizabeth Trew

Potter
She is crafting something new
out of the clay
on her potter’s wheel –
some ghost of her past
curled into a ball… 151 more words

Poetry

Freedom

by Liz Trew

leaves a window open
lifts the latch
lets itself out

Freedom travels across boundaries
passes dark hours, rides the tall wave
feels the furnace… 54 more words

Poetry

One Precious Thing, from Rohingya Refugees

by Elizabeth Trew

Found poem

I bring from across the water
my make-up box – eyeliners and powder –
I love to make up my face. 97 more words

Poetry

October

by Elizabeth Trew

moves in with foghorn and bells
blows sarongs and scarves
sweeps fallen leaves

it sends out its flares –
sunlight lengthens to lift… 51 more words

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