The Last of the Wattle

below eucalypts
butcherbird plucks out a hymn
bush cemetery


the wattle lingered
late that August year you left
winter’s long goodnight

sheath of wattle on an old book

bannockburn cemetery

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine


Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, poet, and blogger — writing slick sales copy for clients from all over the world. And blogging poetry. In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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