Published in Overland Issue 208 Spring 2012 · Uncategorized Clockwork Todd Turner Dawn, and two stars hang beside a daylight moon. The pendulum shifts, and I can almost guess the time by the light. The potted magnolia on the balcony gives it, the light and dark of its leaves. The ghost gums at the edge of the path throw down shadows onto the loden field. Under the smoke and ash coloured bark the gums are rife with incarnate lives, regenerate deaths, petite remains. At the root of the conifers, hardened spur-sharp branches lay in a stack and become a nesting ground, a harvest of tiny worlds. An abundance. The wind here is a current of pollen and spore, fodder for the germinant dust. So too the elaborate entrails of earth; seed-sprout, weed and bloom, wind-tossed flowerheads and manifest wings. The thread of the seasons is a yarn of ruin and renewal, ruin and renewal. A clockwork of dead wood and surrogate shoots, a lineage. The knotted stem in a common root, or the course the sun takes on its passage to dusk, the one under selfsame stars. Todd Turner Todd Turner lives and works in Sydney. He was shortlisted for the 2011 Blake Poetry Prize and in 2010 for the Newcastle Poetry Prize. He is currently working on a manuscript for his first collection of poetry. More by Todd Turner › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 4 October 202418 October 2024 · Main Posts Announcing the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers 2024 longlist Editorial Team Sponsored by Trinity College at the University of Melbourne and supporters, the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers, established in 2014 and now in its ninth year, recognises the talent of young Indigenous writers across Australia. 16 August 202416 August 2024 · Poetry pork lullaby Panda Wong but an alive pig / roots in the soil /turning it over / with its snout / softening the ground / is this a hymn