Iron Poet, Round XIII.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

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Dreaming Australia

[cadhla]

I dreamed Australia, as a child:
Endless horizons, blue waters, red sand.
I dreamed in snakes and spiders and
All the beauty of the land that hid,
Like a secret, in my books.

I traveled there when I was thirty-two.
Survival, the guides told me,
Was a matter of not touching anything.

I touched everything I saw.

If our inner children can see
What they become, what they grow into,
I hope mine sees me standing,
Skull in my hands,
Against the sunset she dreamed of,
And sleeps, at last,
In peace.

RE: Dreaming Australia

[notalwaysweak]

This is beautiful.