States of Poetry - Poems
'Roo Tails' by Ellen van Neerven | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One
by Ellen van Neerven •
The ground felt like it did when it's about to storm. My feet were brown and my big toe blistered. My grandmother was talking to my grandfather. A wet patch on my grandmother's back. Her hands roping those tails along the fence.
She turned to me and I saw her. Grey. A little heavy. Everything I came here for. A magpie flew lower.
Ellen van Neerven