Hopkins’ Oz in spring

Julie Maclean


Nothing is so eggy as Surf Coast spring, all scrambly wattle

yellow, daisy white, freesia cream     The odd blue spike

of iris barely rating        Banksia candles breaking here and there

an air display, a show afizz with flight

Spinebill hornets’ mission        Grevillea Bract Attack!

Blue wrens are mice on speed with tails up smart

and Look! Spitfires in the casuarina spiral lovemaking

in formation

All feather       flit        turn      split out

Silver eyes come in a rush, dash, flash            skit   scoot

But one stray kamikaze flies for the shine of the glass,

loving its reflect      Narcissus on the wing drops soft

on stone, no thud and not yet dead      Feathers fluff in fear

Heart and beak in rhythm take in air      like.. like.. … a hungry

goldfish? No. Two pincy needles? (No not that),

One eye shut but slitty, ever watchful,             (Chanticleery

or was it Pertelote)?

Shhhh! Raven glossy black all eye and stealthy radar beak

Skim-scans from high with wing-tips flicked in the Devil’s cloak,

while under weeping she oak              shaken, shivered away,

a still, small puffball    beak clamped shut, no chup-chup chirp,  no turn

Moment of hush in the wild              Spring sprung


Julie Maclean is the author of When I saw Jimi (Indigo Dreams Publishing). ‘Kiss of the Viking’ is due for publication in August by Poetry Salzburg as part of its pamphlet seriesShortlisted for The Crashaw (Salt), Whitmore and Press Press Prizes and joint winner of the Geoff Stevens Poetry Prize (UK), her poetry and short fiction features in leading international journals and The Best Australian Poetry (UQP). Blogging at www.juliemacleanwriter.com

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