Seismic by Linda McQuarrie-Bowerman My legs extend bare and pale branches sprouting from my body firm sinewed branches that I run my hands over feeling all the little bumps and tags my fingertips imagine nest upon my skin; my toenails gleam like shiny beads, I notice that the sun has left the mark of thong straps skinny v-shaped white. Where I forgot to slip slop slap. I pull up my skirt rest its hem against my waterline a silent space of heat that speaks all language, makes ignored demands, grows wild it’s garden while I wonder how this strong and mucid valley made of only flesh holds back its tide which ebbs and flows not at the whim of a curio moon or pull of sun. I am the earth that opens up cracks and splits from friction on my edges, I shake with energy contained deep within my crust, I a vein of rock will stir from just one touch shift and shiver tectonic plates alive with motion pressure valve released to shudder gasp and die.
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I am a Poet living and writing in the beautiful coastal village of Lake Tabourie, New South Wales, Australia. I began writing ten years ago, briefly, and then lay down my pen until April 2021, when I rediscovered my poetic voice. I have no formal writing qualifications so I immerse myself in reading classic and modern Poets and participating in as many development courses as I can here in Australia and overseas. My home environment provides a never-ending source of inspiration for my poetry, as do my family, friends and of course my own life experiences. I write poetry every day to keep in touch with my inner muse and to ensure I never ever take for granted or waste the ability I have been blessed with to be able to express myself in such a wonderful art form.