Dark pastureBernadette Hall
dark pasture and a little embroidered hand cloth
the tongue shaped places where the water suddenly stretched
my life however is a very different sort of beast
a circle of quietness around a dead willow
was it a divine or a diving accident the way the plains
submitted to the invasion the way things can be moved
around can move themselves around the few
people with so much air between them crossing
against the lights nothing cares; neither do cares care
wearing a black’n’white hoodie her plaid and shadowed face
where is the Ministry of Imagination? the Secretary of Empathy?
quotations in italics from the novel ‘A State of Siege’ by Janet Frame (1966, Angus and Robertson)
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