Almanac Poetry: ‘Simon and Luka’ – Tommy Mallett


Simon and Luka


Work was hard,

bubbled by still grey air,

nowhere on the mountain face

to escape Simon and Luka’s whining –

of how it was too hard, about leeches,

mud, of how they’d make no money,

needed a shit,

the boss.


It made me angry enough to decide

I’m immortal,

that I can still write all night,

labour without sleep.

By I am a mean wind had finally picked up,

swirling, imitating;

moving furniture,

passing buses, deep thunder,

violent seas.

Outside for a while,

splitting wood in its ebb and flow,

I watched the Milky Way,

knowing tomorrow the bush would be full of noise,

yet noise free.



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