Tree change in Murch.: November 2015

In dire times

When loves dies on you

Shake your head

Cover your heart

Take your pen

Keep writing

When the world turns out

A sad place

Put colour in your words

Head down

Keep writing

When the news get

More horrid by the day

Find respite in memories

Dig deep in your mind

Keep writing

When disaster follows disaster

Close yourself away

Silently and diligently

Keep writing

When violence and destruction reign

Defiantly ignore them

With your words built a better world

Keep writing.

In dire times

Don't let it all get to you

For if you do

There will be no hope

For if you do

There will be no peace

For if you do

There will be no future.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Dragons I, II

Some dreams are not

To be made real

That is why they are dreams

For some time I dreamt

I owned a dragon

A real dragon, not a picture

Found in a children book

Of course dreams are outsized

In my dream I could fly on my dragon

We would soar in the clear azure

Away to discover new worlds

And live adventurous lives

What else would you do with a dragon?

For let's be real here

Dragons and office drudge

Don't mix together!

Well dear, you'll be pleased to know

Dragons exists in all size

As long as my forearm

This one was sunning itself

In the first warm rays of spring

Out of its warren on the wooden fence

Spiky and ugly or should I say scary,

Imagine spotting it in the middle of the night,

I'm sure a scream would accompany the sight,

Of this ancient relic of a primeval world

Ignored by superficial evolution

A wise animal, for it didn't seem fazed

By our inane interest or our unwanted presence.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Quiet bush life

If you think bush life is quiet

You may need to review your opinion

From morn to dusk

We are busy

As dawn points cocky duty

Calls us in the orchard

If we wish to have some fruits

To eat eventually

Early morn sees the coop open

Spotting flying eagles is a rigorous sport

If we wish to keep our chooks alive

Plants and veggies

Need serious watering

And severe pest eradication

From dusk to dawn we are busy

Black wallabies have to be kept away

From munching on the fragrant roses

Possums have to be deterred from the veggies beds

Fruit bats to be detoured from raiding the orchard

Night Foxes denied access to the chicken coop,

Oh let me go back to the mindless slumber

Of a suburban garden!

Lucette C. Bailliet

Flies' season

Once again the season

Of the flies is upon us

Carried by the Northerlies

They fit in nooks and crannies

From where they spy on us

Searching for the cool shade

Morphing the wraparound verandah

Into a buzzing alley

As soon as we step outside

Making the Australian Salute

A de rigueur ritualistic gesture.

Small flies from the deserts

Or fat resident blowflies

Have somewhat in common

An irritating attitude

They stick to you , what may come

Crowning you into a reigning lady

Or lord of the flies,

Courting you like courtesans of old,

So you may as well enjoy it!

Lucette C. Bailliet

After the storm

Erratic flying of the entwined dragonflies

Above the dark waters of the waterhole

A lonely cormorant cruising around it

Slowly walking up the bank

Opening up its wings

To catch the last rays of the sun

Before taking to the sky

And fly away to its mate.

The gum trees and the clouds

Reflected upside down

On the bronzed mirror of the overflowing billabong

Quiet moment only disturbed

By the shrieking of the lorikeets

Playing truants In the waterlogged paddocks

The parched land's thirst is satiated

For once after the storm.

Boxing match of two Roos

Letting their ire get the better of them

With smashing powerful uppercuts thrown

Disturbing the forest peace .

Lucette C. Bailliet

Paris Black Friday

What a weird mob!

You have to agree with me,

To sing in answer to a massacre!

Mind you, a song calling to arms

To fight against barbarity

In the name of Liberty !

It's an ironic twist,

An old song for today's woes

Becomes a symbol of defiance

In times of utter madness .

Paris has regained its place

In the world psyche ,

It needs to reclaim its peace

The pregnant question is:

Will fanaticism or rationality win over

This last round of terrorism

In a country not known

For its equanimity ?

Lucette C. Bailliet

The moon tonight

Once the disturbed ducks

Flown to the nearby forest

As a secure refuge

As serenity returned

Once the disturbed ducks
Flown to the nearby forest
Finding a secure refuge
As serenity returned
The moon smiled

In the billabong mirror

An upside down grin

Reflected low in the sky

High in the water

All around me

Playing with my head

Reality has acquired fluidity

Solidity suddenly receded

Into a smooth mercury plane

Erasing the fading colours

Of the falling dusk

Leaving me to find

The faint luminous trail

Of your loving smile

All those years ago

Once found in my heart

It still shines

As brightly as the one tonight.

Lucette C. Bailliet

El Niño

The seasons pass, the landscape suffers

The gorgeous wattles replaced

By the blatant splash of the canola fields

The weeks follow each other

Bringing the hot weather with them

The paddocks disrobed to the naked

Parched soil cry of thirst

On land with no water access

While the verdancy of the glutted ones

Imprints deeply the contrasting

Colours of the Australian palette

Reduced to the bare emptiness

Stocks have disappeared from the landscape

No more roos peopling the paddocks

No more swans grazing on green pastures

No more Pelicans flying above the lake

No more cormorants diving in the dam

El Niño is here no doubt about it.

Lucette C. Bailliet

24 th birthday

Yes, I know, another one

Today we celebrate

On your birthday

Twenty four years

Of quirky loving irreverence

That you survived

Such a treatment

Is a wonder to us

Resilience you must have

But certainty you possess

Of being the beloved child

Of two grumpy oldies

Turned greenies lately

Only too happy to share

The bumpy ride with you

As long as you don't mind

Our hovering company

So happy birthday

Best wishes for the next cycle

For Zeus will be your new master

May he bring you success,

Happiness and prosperity

In all your endeavours and future life.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Sunday, 15 November 2015