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Tea Tree



July 7th, 2011 · No Comments · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project

Adolescence

Joseph Banks: “…not one was once observed to stop and look toward the ship; they pursued their way in all appearance entirely unmoved by the neighbourhood of so remarkable an object as a ship must necessarily be to people who have never seen one.”

And when we were older, we were not explorers but aborigines.

Some malevolence cursed us daily: what it was
lay beneath our skin and wanted out.

We sought any cure. Tea tree felt right; went below, stung.
For what good it did. The prickle faded, the smell stayed.

And nothing made more sense than smell.

We pursued our way as everyone had before,
but never us. We learnt not to look startled,

though this world was new to us too. We always had the sense
someone was watching us at the shore, wondering about our inner lives.

We gave things away. Things were taken.
 
 
Emily Hasler
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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