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round faced women who understood grieving

remember
being broken by funerals -
memorials -
homes guttered with ash -
fences, sheds, lives broken, collapsed -

lost dogs starving-

I wept - crow-garbed-
longing to wear red -
boots, silk, bracelets and blouses -
fripperous skirts hemmed with joyful intent -

dresses for dancing, not endless death -

remember that long gulp of alcohol,
in the pause between weeping -
and inevitable cake

and round faced women
who understood grieving -

I was so empty, shaping wreaths
in gardens,
pulling branches through circles,
weaving ivy, ribbon and thread,

sewing in sea shells, tiny bells -

choked on breathlessness -

remember screaming in forests
in gullies, rocks, on dry riverbeds -
fucked by the outrage, the dying -
adrift and bereft -

remember you told me -

be silent :

write about nice things,
pretty things,

just help us all

to forget

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I promise not to write too many sad poems: I have recently been interviewed about the fire disaster in 2020 in NSW (for a historical document) and it stirred it all up. It's true though: all of it, including my friend who suggested I should only write nice poems, happy poems. Well, one day!
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It's been a long time, Smile, this truly depicts what we all went through, I live on the mid north coast and the fires absolutely devastated so many communities around here. I think by reading your poem you were directly impacted. I hope you're all recovering. sending best wishes.

This is up there with some of the best poetry I've read in a while, you have captured in word those days, bringing all the emotion back to the fore for me. Thats a gift. Also, a mark of great poetry.

Brava!!

hugs

Seren/Jayne

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Thank you, so much.

I really appreciate it - I have struggled to write about those times, also aware of how difficult it can be for others, especially those who have been impacted... but poetry is one of the best forms, I believe, to write about such deep stuff.

I am so sorry you were also impacted. I hope you know how deeply I mean that.

I cannot wait to catch up with your work.

Jenifer

Jenifer Jaspa James

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