Elisabeth Wentworth: Flight of the Minstrels
Flight of the Minstrels
Dromana, January 2015
The old house could only achieve more view
If it learned to swivel on its beach-shack pins.
Full North, with East and West to spare—Amalfi?
Surpassed. We have lorikeets, wagtails, silky oak.
The cranky deck bounces high on its props
Due for a rebuild it holds us for now
But the flaky timbers are rotting fast,
It might decide to up stumps any second
Taking us with it into the Bay. We don’t care.
We are midnight minstrels on a cliff top stage
Keeping the beat as the lightning dances
En pointe across the sky. No need for amps
To make ourselves heard, we have strings galore.
We are acoustic warriors, upstart amateurs
Singing out into the peninsula night, strumming
To keep company with the midsummer storm.
If the deck goes, there’ll be a scramble to save
The instruments—“Guitars and mandolins first!”
My unassuming banjo would be left behind
In the rush, I guess. I’ll just have to frail my way
Out into Port Phillip—that airy, constant, bell-ringing
Fifth string holding me aloft to the last.
Elisabeth Wentworth
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