Dangar Island

Les Wicks


throbs in beauty.

I bring it nothing, just

what it wanted for Christmas.


The island cares, sometimes

fails miserably stealing from itself.

Beaten up, its fists are raw from self-harm.


Then it wakes up naked & whole again.

This place is old but has danced all night.

It forgives the minor scars.


Liturgies of passion. 200 homes, more stories.

Each is a revelation, set aside for a moment.

The humility of radiance, a casual pillage

from our favourite kookaburra, then a cup of tea.


Les Wicks has toured widely and seen publication across 24 countries in 12 languages. His 11th book of poetry is Sea of Heartbeak (Unexpected Resilience) (Puncher & Wattmann, 2013), his 12th (a Spanish selection) El Asombrado (Rochford St, 2015), and his 13th Getting By Not Fitting In (Island 2016). http://leswicks.tripod.com/lw.htm

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