Burning candles
Type
Poetry

Land Mountain: winner of the Nakata Brophy Prize

The environment we create
Is a ladle of particulates,
A spoon feeding us
A measureless enclave.

What is a place
If not a placement of shapes,
Loops of forms, down, around …
Wood, metal, words, sound?

A seagull knows no hate,
Or human thought,
And knows no better
Than what it’s learning.

Sea floods, mazes of waves,
Evening candles burning.

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.

Jessica Hart is the winner of the Nakata Brophy Short Fiction and Poetry Prize for Young Indigenous Writers.

More by