VL’s first published poem a couple of issues back received quite a positive response from readers! To continue the creativity, Adrienne shares a series of poems penned after a trip to Freycinet, climbing and camping with two of her sons and their partners.
BEOWULF
All night wind tunnelled in treetops,clawing, a ghostly sky dragon,tremors shook tents, fabric crackingstirring campsite dust to fine rain;by day sky belled blue, sun warmbalm
on our backs as we abseiled in,a Rapunzel plait, like the princelowered from the tower or knightsdescending to the dragon’s lair;beneath our feet sea churned its song,swelling, revealing a wallof stone hung with kelp and leather,until the ledge, inches abovethe sea, room for two, roping upwith nuts, cams, jangling like armour,helmets on heads, feet in tight shoes,and I fed rope out,…
