Almanac Poetry: ‘Statues’ – Tommy Mallet






When positioned just right,

my chest becomes a refuge.

Her skin’s furious red hue subsides 

as she drifts from tears into 

precarious sleep.


Desperate to not wake her,

I reduce all movement, 

until we’re both still.

Lolling marble, a couched statue 

of parenthood.


Bourbon can

one foot past my fingers,


across the table,

fridge heard rattling behind us,

phone still in the car, 

I think of the farm shed party,

15 impossibly short, winding kilometres down the road,

listen to the bush, just beyond

these walls.

Watch her breath.


Everything out of reach,

except love.





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  1. Malby Dangles says

    Glorious. I’ve been in that moment myself with my kids…beautiful poem Tommy.

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