Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life.
On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria
- if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
Monday 17 August 2015
Catharsis of Tattooing Flesh
Searing and imprinting,
Self defining symbols on flesh.
Ideas, convictions and ideals,
Made permanent.
A commitment.
An anchor to maintain mindfulness.
In inconspicuous places,
The scribing of my body,
Is for an audience of one,
Me.
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