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Fruitless Farmland (a poem)

A poem about the Australian landscape and those who claim ownership of the country.

By Svetlana SterlinPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Fruitless farmland

avocado sunset

red wine sunset

algae sunk hills

cake crumbed soil

spirits flowing the river

split sunrays falling the water

//

this land is not our home.

at this time of day

valley of cracked amethysts

valley of diamonds at sunup

valley of granite at deadnight

purple chocolate sunset

//

autumn leaf sunup

beach hazed roadtrip

trip through pebbled path

this land is not our home.

it begs dreads us to go home.

windowless warehouse sunset

//

so much food we can’t eat

this land is not our own.

mango tree over the yard

rooted in our neighbours’ yard

the land is not our own.

slippery salmon sunset

//

when can we go home?

i picked a lemon today

from the neighbours’ orchard

when will we go home?

another dreaded sunset

this land is not our own.

//

cutouts of cloned waves

i choose the colour yellow

smudged ash sunset

over a land that isn’t home.

droop the bloodlines in your face

this land is not your home.

//

[Originally published in Urinal Mag]

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Svetlana Sterlin

Svetlana Sterlin is based in Brisbane, Australia, where she writes prose, poetry, and screenplays. The founding editor of swim meet lit mag, she also edits with Voiceworks.

More from Svetlana: https://linktr.ee/svetlanasterlin

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