mother(s) native tongue - Yvette Holt
mother(s) native tongue – Yvette Holt
we are thieves of sunlight
mother and i,
soaking in theseasonal crusts
of a south-east queensland winter.
layering shawls upon time
across the brim of our
cinnamon dusted yiman* shoulders.
hand in my hand
dutifully mother shuffles around
this garden playground,
her distant nursing home.
a place where deeply rooted terracotta pots
forge amongst crayon coloured flowers
giving rise to an…
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