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Bell on angry stick,
prickly head I wish you dead.
Your seeds have gone away
to scatter, spread, germinate
till angry bell tolls again
Striped layers colour
rubbed silver by pounding surf,
shaped and scoured to last.
Heart-shaped patterned silver shell,
a sandy mermaid’s earring.
Half torn, scratched, splintered,
striated, spotted, green gray
remnant of grand tree.
Every year shedding anew
to expose the fresh young growth.
Dry bark of willow
curled, lichen-spotted, split ends,
a cure for sore heads.
Eucalyptus in disguise
its oil will help you breathe again.
Grey mottled with red,
a small piece of stone severed
from the mother rock.
Faint crystals dully gleaming,
a reflection of its home.
Green and hairy fronds
Pinnately laddered in length
to clustered fingers.
This very ancient spore plant
fed the duck-billed dinosaurs.
A curve of dark bark
flies at speed from the forest,
ritual arrow
hot with fury and revenge,
green blood mixes with red death.
Carapace of shine
crystal dulled with bitterness,
old rock knows too much.
Angles hold dull memories
immortalized in glassy piece.
Grass blowing in wind,
green fronds of summer sunshine,
elegant lady dances.
Five fronds hang from drooping stem,
twisting, turning, circling round.
