by John Robert Grogan
I’d like to think it ends
curled up and dusty
on lifetimes of memories,
an old snake in a washbasin,
behind the crusty half-used
forgotten paint tins
and the petrified hog-
bristle brushes, overlooked
like the mildewy terracotta
herb pots, stacked and lonely
as an unplanted seed
and the redback in her corner --
who kills everything she touches
— under the threatening smile
of a bow-saw, beside the drunken
lean of a mattock with a cracked
handle, the snake in brumation,
down the back shed.
John Robert Grogan (aka: JR) (He/Him) is an Irish-Australian poet based in Sydney, Australia. Life in country Ireland and his global wanderings have cultivated a curiosity and love for the natural world, and the connectivity of all things.
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