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Sweet Humming: Bees of Bellbowrie


Sweet Humming – J.K. Leahy Poem

Sweet humming;

low vibrations drumming

Rhythm of life

spins the hunt for sweet vibe,

and the taste of real honey –

that requires no money

My afternoon walk passes this tree and many others in Bellbowrie, Brisbane. Yesterday, I was drawn by its brush petals and the low humming of the bees so I entered the lower leaves and stood  undercover. The tree is called cadaga or cadaghi gum which the Brisbane City Council has declared a weed. The exhilarating thing about the moment was, the bees were humming all around me without attacking me and enjoying the sweet nectar. Above me the birds were enjoying the same sweetness and singing on top of their voices. I don’t know why we need to cut these trees when so much is dependant on them. These photos were taken by my iPhone, so I hope the quality is enough for you to see the bees.

 

    

A Pink Bundle with Price Tag – Poem


A Pink Bundle with Price Tag is a poem I wrote about an incident that occurred some 20 odd years ago. I was trying to write my exercise in a prose form (for my Creative Writing Workshop), and after much confusion, I had gone down this path with the exercise, so I just went with the flow. With 700 odd words later, I told the whole story in a poem, by accident. I spoke with the workshop facilitator and confused her too, but she has forgiven me, she said. I think it’s because she wants to hear the rest of the story tomorrow. This is the opening of the story and hopefully, it will be part of my collection of poems and short stories book later. I hope you like it.

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Pink Bundle artwork – Paper artist, 2016. JK.Leahy©

 

A Pink Bundle with Price Tag – Poem

JK. Leahy Memoir

The house was low, a brown brick hole with blue shades.

Through the open windows, the inside was newborn stained.

A littered table of copious nappies and toys in rainbow frame.

On a ruffled bed, a small centre-piece, wrapped in a pink bundle.

Outside, my aunt sweats on a hardened dry brown lawn.

Desperate time calls for a monsoon, but none had come.

The sward had suffered Port Moresby’s arid time.

Aunt had waited to have babies, years these many,

that patience had become her virtue and time, her company.

Brother – Poem


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My brother – JK.Leahy drawing©

 

Brother – Poem JKLeahy ©

In her blood – I she bore

The umbilical cord, your core

A chance life, you survived

I called you brother

 

Independence gained you

And took you a long mile

Long enough to hide your smile

The umbilical cord severed

 

The distance held you prisoner

But kept you alive in memory

When I called out – “brother!”

Wind chimed in wide yonder

 

You found family in strangers

Where freedom was faltered

Death sought your surrender

Our hearts mangled forever

 

( On your 40th Rivona)