Oh come on now you can do
better than that,
find cuter disparagements, that
pulped spot under my ribs
for tilting the silver, turning;
some insults are so pallid, I’ve
heard more grievous from cockatoo,
agony cry screeching
tree to tree, anger and carbon,
burnt bush in the summer,
dead death its very self.
Linda Stevenson is a poet/painter living in Melbourne Australia. Linda considers her poetry as part of her life; it has been a life-long habit, from childhood through to adolescence, adulthood and now into mature older age. In recent years her poems have been published in literature magazines in Australia, UK, USA and Canada. A chapbook “The Tipping Point” was also published in 2015.