Bush Poetry #4

a day at the races

Teetering heels, thundering hooves

pink galahs in jockey colours, starting nerves

fascinators, orange, red, pink, fluorescent green

highly strung, horses and men, muscled and lean

pawing the sand, punching the air

cool water, cold beer.


Distorting PA, slurring speech

calls races in other states

emotions raw, thrills, loss and despair

winning, losing, dying, don’t care

whistling kite, cheering punter

warm hugs, a race down under.


Dancing girls, funky band,

keep to the beat, elbows, arms, hands

giants all, men and horses, sauna sweat

running, jumping, dancing, a bet

whistling train, fire cracker

men at work, land down under.


Queuing for coffee, laying low

eyes are open, brain is slow

plastic chairs, cups, plates, glasses all litter

showering, sitting, still sleeping, some fitter

starting engine, packing up tent

let’s do it next year, time well spent.

4 thoughts on “Bush Poetry #4

  1. Kathy

    Sounds like a great day at the races. Wish we could have been there amongst the colour and the thrills. Hope you backed a winner! Safe travels back to “the Marsh”

    1. Deb McSephney Post author

      It was quite a day! We are making our way back south now, with a few detours along the way. Looking forward to the next theme night at Martians.

    1. Deb McSephney Post author

      Thank you for your kind comment. It’s great to get some feedback. Poetry is not really my thing, but I thought I’d give it a go.


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