Poems

Graeme Hetherington: Two Poems

A West Coast of Tasmania Atmosphere   Hot summer Saturday in Zeehan In nineteen forty eight as folk Incorporated the week’s news   Of yet another folded mine, A wicked wind niggling the town, In Main Street emptying the pot‑   Holes only recently filled in, Knocking off-centre, edging up Blokes out of work nursing their heads,   Kids listless, whining, wanting more Parental attention than was Theirs naturally to bestow,   The women bored to snapping point, Dads trying to give everyone, Including their frayed selves a break,   Mine placing bets, having a quick Furtive few over the…

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