Europa Poets' Gazette No 76

God Has A Plan For Us All
She lies drenched in blood, as she grips at the soil with her right hand in the rubble of Chicken Street, down-town Kabul.
She screams out,
"What is your plan for me, God?
I am a mother and a daughter,
A sole provider.
I have always conducted myself
according to your laws.
Will I survive to do my duties
to support my children and my mother?
So please tell me, what is your plan?"
She grips at a crucifix that cuts,
As it is clutched, into the palm of her
left hand as she reiterates,
"Please, please tell me,
what is your plan for me God?"
© Judy Brumby-Lake

Europa Poets' Gazette No 76

Reconstituted Air
Reconstituted air
invades my lungs
and odours creep
of humanity crammed into
an unnatural shape
Each in our own bubble of close
proximity
We try to sleep
We survive.
© Cailin Ogston
(On a flight to Singapore.)

Europa Poets' Gazette No 76

With Commercial Media
You At Least Have A Choice
Is something amiss with the ABC?
Auntie’s not the girl she used to be.
Her news journalists once were fearless and keen,
Bringing news we trusted to air waves and screen.
Now it’s News Limited dictating our limited news:
Its opinions, crusades and particular views
And Auntie’s news readers with nuanced repartee
Obediently deliver each daily release
At every news break predictable yet alien.
So, who’s infecting Auntie with The Australian?
Bird Words
A convivium of cockatoos,
Their black forms clamber and swing
On a banksia trapeze.
Ornate beaks snip and savour
Flowers of a subtle hue
To match
Tail flash and ear patch.
© Barbara Boyle June 2010