Tuesday, 30 July 2013

For the Common Good

Three Catholic men breakfast at the cliff’s edge
Obeying eternal rhythm in the July sun

They sweep the canyon floor, slightly drunk
with nature’s joy – they’ve heard of a royal

child and they ask the moon to call its name
in an old-fashioned way.  All they think of

is beans and eggs – a hopeless misfit on a
plate.  They bid the stones to dance a royal

oak before the baby falls asleep.  The white
twitter of the birds colours the sky in red 

and blue until, light-headed, a lone fiddler
unhinges the silence in c-minor.  

© Martha Landman
Martha Landman lives and writes in North Queensland, Australia. Her writing feeds off the news and a rich imagination.