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Issue Four & Poetry

Crust

By Lorne Johnson

 

I wandered by malt whisky paddocks,

where Belted Galloways whispered words

 

of reassurance to the Earth, until I found a

grassy seat between tangled honeysuckle

 

and blackberry. There, I opened an Atomic Pale Ale,

watched a January storm over yawning gullies

 

where, two days ago, a tourist with lava inside him

trekked out to find an extinct volcano, then vanished.

 

For an hour, bruised ranges tossed feverishly

under sheets of sapphire lightning. Between

 

snarls of electricity, I heard someone shouting my name

where Superb Lyrebirds shimmer like Mardi Gras boys.

 

First published in Lorne Johnson’s poetry chapbook, “Morton” (Pitt Street Poetry, Australia, 2016).

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