Cathie Brooker

Dear Gaia
I, Cathie daughter of Dawn call upon you Goddess

She arrived on our Australian shores before we did. Crawled out of the sea to dominate a scene, a landscape. She carried her secret within. She wasn’t the spotted native kind, that would take time.

Walk toward the light and discard the cross.
Take up the triangle with your hands
and make a prayer so the Goddess is amused with the penis.

“Wow Jena, did that last history lecture blow your mind?” Penna said as she sipped her cappuccino in the university court yard.
“It certainly did, Sister Girl I had to turn down my anger dial.

Sensitivity hides in the asylum.
Normality drives the bus.
Where have all the fairies gone?

Throw the heart
like a cricket ball
against the wall
Splat,
leaving red kisses on the white.

I have a hole like a Henry Moore sculpture.
The void takes my heart and my womb.
It is filled with that bad taste in my mouth.

Poem dedicated to my father: John Brooker 1925-1984
He bought me up working on a cattle property.
Influenced by Banjo Patterson.
Wallabadah Rock is the second largest rock in Australia.