© Charlie Jordan 2010

Charlie Jordan

Radio presenter, poet, event host and workshop facilitator

Barossa Valley, Australia

Like a barren skeletal ghost-tree

I cast no shadow here;

against voluptuous rolling hills and valleys

as sensual as wide open thighs.

 

I lean back on a twisted tree.

The tobacco trunk

spiralled with scorched red bark

and roots that hold hands underground.

 

Can I camouflage here?

Crawl inside ancient branches

hollowed by many summers’ love

above ashes of leaves smoked by the years?

 

My size 9's scatter the ants

catwalking over wrinkled earth,

like moving freckles.

Tiny signs of my life returning.