Seasoned with Honey (Walleah Press, 2008). Poetry.
Anne Collins’ work is featured along with that of Lyn Reeves, Mary Jenkins and Gina Mercer. As a manuscript this collection won first prize in the FAW 2006 National Literary Awards.
“The poems observe the surfaces and the sub-strata of place, people and politics with a keen and sensual gaze.” Synopsis, back cover.
Sparrow-scrabble in the roof,
nest is a four-letter word and lots of grass.
Virtue’s voice in my head – ‘you’re not up yet.’
Feathered-clatter, a poppling creek,
my eyes open, close again . . .
open, close, delicious sleep-deep mornings,
dipping into dreams’ soft centres.
Coming-to in the sun,
windows full of trees. Through the dapple
a pool of creek hosts frog a capella in ripples.
Water curls beneath the bridge slips away,
the road in and out is empty.
I blink in slow motion. A cool breath
shifts the leaves, moderate to fresh a stiff breeze,
satisfied weaverbirds chrleep.
My dog comes in for a scratch,
the day is getting serious. Tap, tap, tap
on the hill, brick and tile roosting,
progress. The garbage truck soars past,
its tailwind thwacks the house,
bin-thud echoes cross the valley,
a raven yawns aaarrrk.
Drinking coffee, eating toast,
I swallow whole, clouds, air, sky.
Waking Up to Spring by Anne Collins in Seasoned with Honey.