POLITICAL POETRY PLATTER


Its' 1994 Prime Minister Paul Keating envisions a 'Creative Nation'.   link to

WE CAN'T AFFORD THE KIDS SNEAKERS AND

 COATS AND GAS BILL.

 TIME TO SELL UP & GET GOING 1995.



After the Garage Sale we say goodbye to Victoria.


THE STATE WE WERE IN

1.

Transient we were, leaving
Kyneton daffodils, free mineral
Water pump, conkers like in 
The old cold country!

Victoria, the State we left behind
Had no use for us, so stagnant,
Our visions meaning nothing, frozen
Out by dickey-bowed and designer clothed
Administrators of Government grants.

The last straw - the brick wall,
Gas fires burning up our dole,
Debt and Kennett unbearable,
And our last picnic with friends
At Albert Park, surrounded by 
Genteel protest yellow ribbons
Against a speeding car race.

So we drove up the Calder, 
Thousand's of K's away and
Tropical dreams; removing
Winter woolley coats and boots
Over in New South Wales.




The ties of the tarp over the trailer
unfasten, flapping, revealing old puppet
Shows for a fresh audience, bits of ply-
Wood, foam rubber scraps for new puppets -
Trash to other eyes, so no fear of theft of 
All of worldly goods.

Those polystyrene assets; balls and bags, 
Fabric, tubes, beads and tins of glue are
Seeds of fortune for us poor transient artists
Singing with the Kids, hymns of the 60's,
Jolly Swagman, Sound of Music, and 
British folk heritage, while Spot, good dog
Lay still; put up with it for hours.

Through sodden Coonabarabran to the soft
Ochre earth piles, and Narrabri 
Sketched in witchy Casurarina's, the journey
Up the Newell is a dream too for grey-nomad
Caravans.

 Stopping to stretch , fill ol' Sunshine, our
Golden metal trusty steed, with liquid fossil
Fuel, and us with eyes devouring truckie
Menus of pies and bacon, steak or burger
With chips, sauce or gravy.

Minties unwrapped, moving past Boggabilla
(Memories of an ageing poem), feeling fat
And a bad back, we were finally over the 
Border in Queensland to plant the next 
Generation of...

Republicans!
Pro-choicers!
Left-wingers!
Performance Artists!
Refugee advocates!
Gay rights supporters!
Greenies, bohemians, and
Bleedin' heart Labor voters!

(and there's more coming!....do you want to know what happened next?)


2.



Waiting for our house to sell - 12 months at the Tivoli! Ipswich.
They let us have our dog down the back.


In 1995 Tivoli caravan park for

Old coal miners and thespians...
Summer rains, smacking mozzies
And no complaints even though
The risks are remaining on the 
Margins.

Morning starts with emerald 

Feathers flashing, piercing squawks,
Beady red-eyed lorikeets smashing
Through my careworn gaze like a
Magic mushroom trip.(It's a poem!)

Fluorescent pink, purple and orange
Bougainvillea is back-drop to our 
Camp set-up like Picasso's circus
Family, only we have concrete slab.

Daily our settlement spreads close

To the Bearded dragon, while the trinity
Of tawny frogmouths watch from above.

Mammoth butterflies breeze through
Our humble pioneer garden; we've
Never seen such elegant spiders and
Fantastic stick things!

 Nature sustains
Our decision to persevere.


I stitch hems mindful to not look like
Tramps as we introduce our wares
Of environmentally conscious puppet
Characters and project ideas to the
Clerks charged with distributing portions
of the 'Creative Nation' policy cake in 
Towers furnished with views and Murri art.

We bid for a share eagar to produce

And perform, thrive instead of merely
Survive - then return to our camper trailer,
Strip off and swim, converse with long-
Term tenants retrenched from the 
Ipswich coal-face long ago,
 Like Don and Dave, Jim and Kev
 With tall tales that comrade
Hardy would have smiled in his eternal
Tea-cup, but like an over-used tea-bag
My resilience was drawing to an end.

November storms de-stabilised my soul's

Dreaming, but finally, after nine months like
 Dorothy and Toto, we were finally 
 Dropped into our own
Old Queenslander selected originally
By a couple of Irish dreamers battling through
Rosewood scrub, putting down stumps.

We are sure when we vote as residents 

 for an Australian Republic!
Against Hansonism!
Re-planting indigenous vegetation!
Challenging Creationism!
Voting for a female Premier and
A woman's right to reproduce or not,
From our back-block and Solar lights
On a Fernvale hill.

*********

Home sweet Queensland Home anniversary 2006


(c)copyright Julie McNeill    Link to "Our Lives in Puppetry"
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