My Canberra by Robert David Verdon

from the old volcano
its parliament houses, low and high,
with their respective garden settings
a great arrow pointed south

under the cold constellations
following the emperor’s gaze,
as the penguins mass on hell-deep ice,
shuffling their eggs
between cold, starry claws —
my long-adopted, foggy town,
all land values, new trams and bush highways,
shifting under the blanket.

Robert Verdon
Robert Verdon has been writing for may years. He once belonged to Aberrant Genotype Press in Canberra. He came 2nd in the 2012 W.B. Yeats Poetry Prize, and was Highly Commended in the 2012 erbacce Prize, UK. His books include The Well- Scrubbed Desert, Her Brilliant Career, & Before we Knew this Century. He is currently completing PhD on the imaginal scene in poetry composition. His hobbies include cycling, walking and 10-pin bowling.

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