Category: Poetry
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Garden of Evil – Paige Jenkins
In the lead up to the winners reveal for our 2023 writing contest, Tertangala is showing some of the work submitted by UOW talent. Our first is a poem from Paige Jenkins. Enjoy! I tiptoe down the green sea od fading blues to yellow as the darkness gives way to the eerie discolouration on an…
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David Allen – My Council – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry
The love of blue and redness, No green nor minor greys. Of ordered seats and houses Is in your veins ablaze, Strong love of clear division And policy resolute I know but cannot share it, My love is for dispute I love a hung parliament, A land of sweeping range, Of ragged politicians, Debate…
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Abby Dickerson – A Poem for Ava – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry
From the moment our eyes first met, Until your last dying breath, Never could I have foretold, What warmth you brought from the cold. It was only upon finding you, Could I discover a part of me, And with the light, you shined through, I found the courage I was blind to see. …
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Anna Krywyj – on tutankhamun – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry
unfurling the plastered papyrus of a dead little girl guffawing; what novelty! gripping her dislodged jaw gnashing her teeth together – look at her laugh the scarab beetle ‘round her neck glistens then gone; plucked with manicured fingers threaded through a silver chain and placed atop the corseted chest of shrieking opera-goer …
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Cameron Ling – Despedida – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry
at the bottom of stairs I am waiting big stupid grin splayed across face it’s your lunch break (or the end of an early day) …
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Linda Godfrey – Poems from a Notebook – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry
ask people we know is the first thing I wrote, then lists: yours and owls soda ice cube tray bread milk fruit Hamish in Queensland. Turn the page for 13/8 Habossem St; Egem Pension, Kemalyeri, Cannakkale; the Fedriades Hotel in Delphi – don’t make me fly home; the vistas to the Gulf of Corinth from…
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Poetry: Psychopomp
Lijiang marketplace. The moon gleamed like an eye. I, a man, With no teeth, and no eyes, Bit the head of a child, And leer from the rooftops as the streets are taken By the procession of a one hundred demons, Each writhing and screaming and more bloated Each one more foul an abomination than…