My monthly poetry challenge is over, but I am still trying to write poetry when the muse strikes. I will be resuming my course soon, and that is likely to lead to a hiatus here. For now – here is a shadorma inspired in part by listening to a Kate Grenville novel during my morning beach run, and my continued indignation and shame at Australia’s treatment of asylum seekers.
pierce an unfriendly
blind eyes to
children’s dreams hanging like ghosts
On the moonlit wires