Stories & Art
Poem 1: Wordwood (by Margie)
A wooded place, nooks and balds, earth cool or sun warm.
Finding lost, forgetting past, sensing others’, scribbling and shaping – words.
Story 1: The Bed He Made (by Margie)
As he erected the bed he’d handcrafted, I thought he was becoming old-farm-man-like. A warming thought. Before settling-in, I stepped outside into the breathy coldness of the winter’s night and looked in at him sat alone, eating his omelette in the shadows of the lamp lit one-room. The warmth rose again.
This picture aches for a woman. A woman delighted by the gift of the bed for her and for them; a woman to share the aloneness – to be coddled in it with him.
Being that woman, with that man, is my soul. Yet it tests my 21st century mind and body. Too simple for a mind so strained. Too simple for a body so unstrained.
Poem 2: Love the Predators (by Margie)
‘You cannot love the prey and not love the predators’
If love means,
it is an aching heart.
Pays the predator’s price –
and becomes prey.
My helpless, hopeless
Gum leaves quivering
under night rain’s droplets
A universe in the morning
(Photos by Pete)
Story 3: Anayim (by Margie)
It’s a fairy tale ending.
My character (the pallid office worker) and my partner’s character (the woodsman) make their dream of living in the bush come true. They shoulder swags (they’ve bought in readiness) and move to their Land for Wildlife property near Crow’s Nest. They build a little house, sitting lightly on the earth. On the nights the stars are out and the moon is bright they sleep out.
My character finally gets her herd of goats. There is a loft in the barn, so when the goats need her she sleeps with them. The woodsman looks after the wild plants and animals.
When the grandchildren come, they climb trees and play in creeks. They smell horse, tumble with dogs, and learn about nature’s curiosities. For afternoon tea they eat baked goodies cooked from recipes of four generations.
There’s travel. That means boots and backpacks and wonder. But, for when backs get too bad, there’s still time.
Art 1: The Nook watercolour (by Margie)