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Diane Fahey

Diane Fahey has won various Australian poetry awards including the Newcastle Poetry Prize, the Wesley Michel Wright Award, and the Judith Wright Poetry Prize. Her tenth book of poetry, The Wing Collection: New & Selected Poems, from Puncher & Wattmann, was published in 2011. The Stone Garden: Poems from Clare was published by Clouds of Magellan in 2013. Diane was selected to take part in Australian Poetry's International Poetry Tour in Ireland, May 2013.


 

 

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Birds at Dawn

Old Age

 

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Birds at Dawn

 

I read through the small hours, tuned to white noise

as, beyond the town, breakers peak, curl down:

we are both turning pages, the sea and I.

At first light, a stroll through briny air  

to where the deeps push up towards flight.

A fulmar, a kelp gull, scan slopes

bursting with egret plumes.

 

Other birds manifest as collectives:

at the river, a profile of pelicans,

a sculpture park of herons;

above the waves, parabolas of swifts.

In dream light, dahlia-pink, my hand

lifts to block the gold centre of the flower;

I breathe the sea’s breath, a mist of sound. 

 

 

 

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Old Age

 

You’ve reached the age of unexplained bruises:

mulberry stains on calf and forearmas if

air itself could pressure such frail skin.

And what point, now, in remembering

life’s actual bumps and knocks? I massage

your swollen legsor you do, preferring

the thick lavender creme, a second skin.

 

After days of deathly fatigue, you walk

outsidethe sun on your cheeks, an old friend;

keen eyes glean the garden’s news, its tides

of renewal. Your raised hand points at

‘The Happy Wanderer’, profligate on

its trellis: 'See those red filaments? 

That’s where they’ll appear, the new blooms.'

 

 

©2013 Diane Fahey

 

 

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Diane Fahey poems at the Australian Poetry Library

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Dramatic monologues by Fahey in the Mascara Review

 

 

 

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