Tag Archives: Elizabeth Hodgson

At school I spent my time staring out of the window by Elisabeth Hodgson

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uniforms, classrooms, assemblies, British colonisation
lining up for sun-warmed bottled milk –
I wanted to find a secluded spot under a tree where I could disappear –
disappear from view;
where I could see and not be seen.

I wanted to vanish into myself
into my skin.

Source:  Skin painting by Elizabeth Hodgson University of Queensland Press, 2008.

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Before Lutanda my father taught us about bush-tucker by Elisabeth Hodgson

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we picked up emu eggs
and berries, he shot feral pigs
dug up witchetty grubs
and handed them to me to eat.
With my father
I began to learn how
to survive in my country.

In the Home my older brother
kept silkworms in a box with holes,
they looked like little witchetty-grubs.
My younger brother and I
ate his silkworms.
They don’t taste like the grubs
father gave us.
I spat them down the front of my jumper.

Source:  Skin painting by Elizabeth Hodgson University of Queensland Press, 2008.