Dusk by Ali Cobby Eckermann


she sits on a rocky ledge
overlooking frog song
puncturing a choked river
at dusk

it is only here native birds sing
their evening lullaby
echoed between red banks
overgrown with weeds

it’s like life slips away in the evening
a resounding of Salientia castanets
soon to fall silent
like flaking moss

she listens for earth song
under the algae and foreign reeds
and just as darkness falls
a fish jumps rippling memory


Source:  Southerly: Journal of the English Association,   September 28, 2011

Ali Cobby Eckerman tells the origins of this poem.


Comments are closed.