Accessibility Tools

  • Content scaling 100%
  • Font size 100%
  • Line height 100%
  • Letter spacing 100%

'Travelling To My Mother Last Century' by Anne Kellas | States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two

by
States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two

'Travelling To My Mother Last Century' by Anne Kellas | States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two

by
States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two

I step in a taxi, again. It takes me there fast,
cutting the white dotted lines of highway
into miles of silence. Back to my mother
in the ship or the plane, reversing my steps
to see her curving herself into her pillows
her red walls, her eyes not seeing me but a blur.
My mother calls to me from her place far away
in deep mind, where she has built a tower of knowing.
From her far tower, she can see the white gardens –
her Vita Sackville-West, the lighthouse, waves,
still far away enough for her
to remain in greenness, to inhabit
the green light of Pre-Raphaelites.
She can read the mind of clouds.

Anne Kellas

From the New Issue

Leave a comment

If you are an ABR subscriber, you will need to sign in to post a comment.

If you have forgotten your sign in details, or if you receive an error message when trying to submit your comment, please email your comment (and the name of the article to which it relates) to ABR Comments. We will review your comment and, subject to approval, we will post it under your name.

Please note that all comments must be approved by ABR and comply with our Terms & Conditions.