Charlie Jordan
Radio presenter, poet, event host and workshop facilitator
© 2012 Charlie Jordan
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.
