Tuesday Poem - reflective by Jackson

reflective

The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing

     that came in when your windows were open

     that got in your hair

     that you put out

     into the violent February weather

     thinking that its proper domain

     thinking yourself not able to provide for it

     that came in again

     that you put out again

The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing

     with the dull brown surface

     with the folded wings

     with the antennae

     with the many-faceted eyes

     with the incessant moving and searching

     with the glorious reflective red inside its big jumping-legs

The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing

     has expired on your back-door threshold

     its guts carried off by the amoral ants

     its body now an empty bottle

     its glorious legs cut away,

     discarded

I caught up with Jackson in Canberra last week when we were both featuring

at The Front Gallery. She did a top show and sang one of my favourite poem/

songs that I always call Cricket-Thing. It's in her new book, Lemon Oil, which

I invested in. A very handsome book (well done Coral Carter at Mulla Mulla

Press) that is heaving with passionate, oddball reveries and apercus.

http://mullamullapress.com/lemon-oil-by-jackson-mulla-mulla-press

http://www.proximitypoetry.com/

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