Old Falls Road
(After R.C.)
Old Falls Road, the signs have been removed.
To keep the tourists confused. The secrete
Where dinosaur age mushrooms
Prevail against the odds.
My lips ease off timeless elastic lines,
Blue Danish goes soft in jazz.
Wine becomes warm, we sit afterwards,
Backs against the leaking rock face,
No ancient roar now,
Just the chirpy tinkling,
Of private reclaimed places –
Where a lyrebird drinks.
First published in The Leviathan’s Apprentice 2015
Unstill Mosaics The Book of Love, Loss, and Longing 2019
James Walton Poetry 
Sounds like a wonderful sanctuary.
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It was a wonderful place, several waterfalls and great spots to picnic. It was a bit sad when the exclusion happened, but I understand the reason.
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I have spent a good chunk of this morning reading your poetry! Wonderful!!
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Oh Helen, thank you so much for having a look around, and for your comment.
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