Fancy night

It's Midnight for goodness sakes 

What are you doing out

White little rabbit 

Crossing the road

Right in front of the car?

You're lucky it's misty

And we had to slow down.

What's the hurry,

You couldn't wait for us to pass by?

Was the queen by any chance 

Asking for more heads?

Or has Alice committed

Some untold crimes?

Are you running late 

As usual for your appointment

Or your last cup of tea? 

I'm sure a tea cosy

Will keep it hot,

Oh dear , the mist is turning

Into a blanketing fog

And the trees morph

Into a monstrous forest.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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A day of shame

So today was Sorry Day

Day to apologise to Aborigines

There is no apology deep enough

For the collusion that took place

Between church and state

In the genocide without a name

That almost  brought them 

To the brink of official extinction 

And the systematic devolution 

Of their enduring culture

From the denial of their most basic rights

To the methodical dispossession

That is currently taking place

For the entrenched victimisation 

They are subjected to

It should be a day of shame

For sorry is not enough!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Not another one?

Oh! My dear love,

The fifth one is almost there, really

Never a rest, never mind

You know how fragile you are

After each one, your depression 

Gets longer and deeper 

It takes you ages to recover

And then the next one

In turn is coming

Oh my deary me!

It is taking a serious toll

Your health is in jeopardy

Please take care

Do not tell me 

You're planning a sixth one

I don't think I can cope

With any more

At present.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Vale

You know he passed away 

You know he is dead 

You know he is buried

Still his presence is felt

Everywhere in the small things.

In the bathroom this morning

His razor was waiting for him

He won't need it anymore.

He was still present in the library system

You had to return his weekly lot

Of borrowed books 

Even if not all read

He won't need them anymore.

Today you changed the bedsheets

Witness of his last amours

Of his last hours

He won't need them anymore.

He has all given them up

All of these tear apart your soul 

Let him go, it is so painful

To release all the links

You shared with him.

It isn't a betrayal 

Do yourself a favour

Let him rest in peace!

For S. Mutimer

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Invocation

It's one of those days

A tough one to go through

A day of highs 

A days of lows

On the high side

House settlement

Or so we hope

As it had been delayed

On the low side

Third surgery

For the beloved.

Just checked the Astro

Saturn opposition moon

Oh glorious heavens 

Give me a break will you? 

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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The Great Fence

Tree change in Murch.

Main topic of conversation 

These days

Goats and geese 

The neighbour's ones 

That is to say

In the garden and orchard

The magnificent if malevolent

Billy goat is their leader

Doing untold damage

To trees and plants

Kangaroos and geese are their allies

Raiders are to be stopped 

Let's build the Great Fence!

Lucette C. Bailliet

Summer rain

Summer and rain don't go together

At least in my memory

Summers seem to be always sunny

And that I'm sure can't be. 

Summer storms I remember

Stuck in a tin shed for hours

Paralysed by fear of thunder

Hitting it's corrugated iron roof.

Lost day at the beach

Spent waiting by the window

Lashed by angry rain

In a Spanish hotel room.

 

Summer rain hoped for

And never coming in the drought

Despair feeling my heart

For the parched and desolate soil.

Miraculous Summer rain

Came from no where

Made the mountains sigh of relief

In the midst of a hellish bushfire.

Summer rains of my past

Marked with their stamps

Of fear, boredom, despair and relief

The passport of memories.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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