Academic journal article Antipodes

Under the Old Tangle

Academic journal article Antipodes

Under the Old Tangle

Article excerpt

No matter now who carried those seeds

across the seas from the prairie states,

from Red River valley, their lumbering trees

prized by the Osage tribesmen to strike

into bows. Such trees, their large globes

of sticky-sap fruit with a hint of citrus.

No matter now who stripped the land

to set the row for the boundary running

north-south, in time a line of overarching

limbs in grey. I bend below the lurch

of branches, thorny and leafless and rising

from this relic in the bowl of green hills

by the Hawkesbury. Wattle and bracken

blend with narrow leaf cottonbush in

the clearing of the black weathered breccia

of Peats Crater. The ramblers gather, some

walk to the creek in light rain. It's no matter

we'll have gone our single ways tomorrow. …

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