This diocese of leaves wants
me on my knees, and I’ll go down gladly
only to hear the song of the banksia,
those crotchet cones of impossible notes
scrawled by cleaved hills
a flambeau that waves on the willing.
Somewhere,
the lyre bird’s doing the mobile phone ring
thing again, and when I try to answer
the parcel language is older than Latin,
phonetics that tingle turning pages
of stepping stones in whistled taunts
cross over melodies branding
all places.
James Walton Poetry 
James, this is stunning. Iâve never heard the lyrebirdâs song described in poetry before, and the religious overtones. And the photo. Itâs very close to my imagined meditation pool-in-a-forest that I sometimes use. So for the first time I went through to your web site â and I read the âfold theoryâ one. A real challenge to work out the narrative, but makes you shiver. Incidentally are they put into paragraphs there deliberately, or canât you get the stanza form into the blog? Iâm just in the process of having one made (blog) by son and his partner⦠Thank you for starting my morning in such tranquillity. Regards, Virginia Dr Virginia Lowe Create a Kids’ Book createakidsbook.com.au PO Box 2, Ormond Victoria 3204 ph: 03 9578 5689 mob: 0400 488 100 Stories, Pictures and Reality: Two children tell (Routledge 2007) Lines Between Virginia and John Lowe (Melbourne Poets Union 2018) Description: Description: Lines Between front cover
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Oh Virginia thank you so much! Fold Theory was in my head as a poem, but when I started writing I thought the paragraphs suited it more, and I had been experimenting with flash fiction a little with a story called Collected Works, so I kept it in that form. I’ve been writing more short stories than I thought I would. I really like Hassock, it’s been rejected by so many editors here I gave up on it and discovered it again putting together a new manuscript!
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