Ring the Bells by Colleen Keating. Published by Ginninderra Press

 

Finally it is here. To be published on the 20th August 2025. The countdown is on.

I will have copies to sell very soon. Send your address  to me via message or email. I will give you my  BSB

– $ 20 plus  postage and when Ring the Bells arrives  I will send it immediately.

Email me     taichi@bigpond.net.au

Writing this poetry over the past few years and compiling Ring the Bells has been my antidote to these times we live in 

and I hope it is an antidote for you too.

 

 

Ring the Bells is a collection of new poetry

with an invitation to hear each poem

as a bell chime embracing light, dark, life and love – cyclic like the seasons.

 

In Ring the Bells, award-winning poet Colleen Keating

invites readers to listen closely —

to the chimes of joy,

the tolls of grief,

and the quiet notes of love

that echo through our shared human experience.

 

Moving through four sections —

Embracing Light,

Embracing Dark,

Embracing Life,

and Embracing Love — her poems ring with an acute awareness

of the world’s beauty and its brokenness.

 

From intimate moments in nature

to the great sweep of history and current events,

Keating’s lyrical voice finds hope, tenderness, and resilience

in the spaces where light filters through the cracks.

 

 

the temple bell stops –
but the sound keeps coming 
out of the flowers

Basho (1644-94)
(trans by Robert Bly)

 

 

Piercingly beautiful. Each poem a chime 

 

                                            embracing light

 

                                                          embracing dark

 

                                                                                embracing life

 

                                                                                                      embracing love

 

from a poet with a vibrant and curious mind in love with life..

 

 

 

 

 

Willoubhy Literary Festival 17 – 27 July 2025 Enjoy author talks and panel discussions

 Willoughby Literary Festival:  The making of a Poem 

Award winning poets  Anne Casey, Colleen Keating and Denise O’Hagan in discussion with Michele Seminara.

All members of The Society of Women Writers NSW – delve  into one of thier poems,

sharing its inspiration, development, meaning and the craft behind  their writing. 

 

 

PANEL: THE MAKING OF A POEM

Hello all, and huge thanks to Jan Conway for organising and our wonderful poets, Anne Casey, Colleen Keating and Denise O’Hagen.
Special thanks to our facilitator, Michele Seminara
It was a great event.  Jan took photos, and hers are probably better than mine (see attached).
We played the Centenary Song at the start and I put leaflets on every second seat.  There were a number of SWW members in the audience, and I hope some non-members picked up the leaflets.  There were only 2 left after the event.  I spoke to a few non-members who expressed an interest in joining SWW so I think we may get some new members.  I also handed out a couple of copies of the Autumn/March Women’s Ink to people who expressed an interest.
Let’s hope Willoughby Council does this again next year and that we are able to have another panel or speaker event there.
With kind regards,
Pippa Kay,
Co-President,
Society of Women Writers NSW Inc.
Mob:  0407 725747
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And from Jan Conway our converor, a lovely note
Thank you all for your kind comments. On the day there was no doubt as to the stars. An enormous thank you to you all. Michele’s questions were insightful and sensitive. The answers considered and honest. It was a privilege for me to work with such authentic, gorgeous women.
Warm regards
Jan
The well know poet, editor,  haikuist  and author of the exquisite poetry book On Wonder,
Vanessa Proctor and I catching up afterwards at the signing table .
Here I am . I got there. So proud I was strong and well again to be there .

    

 

 

The following is an exciting experience ahead. At one stage I was not sure if I could be there

but now I am well and looking forward to meeting with the wonderful poets Anne, Denise and Michele

and being part of the panel discussing our poetry. Thank–you Jan for believing I would be well enough 

and leaving my name on the panel.

Society of Women Writers NSW Inc.Giving Women Writers a Voice

Anne Casey, Colleen Keating, Denise O’Hagan
in conversation with Michele Seminara

The making of a poem

at the Willoughby Literary Festival
Friday, 18 July 2025 | 03:15 PM to 04:30 PM

Anne, Colleen and Denise

 share the inspirations and craft behind their poems with Michele SeminaraThis is a free event – for more information and to reserve your seat go to:
https://libraries.willoughby.nsw.gov.au/Eventbrite/Panel-The-making-of-a-poem-1384551764599The festival programme can be found at:
https://libraries.willoughby.nsw.gov.au/Events-and-programs/Willoughby-Literary-Festival
Meet our Team Here!

At ‘Woodlands’ remembering the woman writer Ethel Turner and Celebrating the Society of Women Writers Centenary

The Society of Women Writers, as part of their centenary celebrations had a booth at the recent open day of the National Heritage house ‘Woodlands’ in Killara the home where the woman writer Ethel Turner lived for some years and  where she wrote the famous Seven Little Australians. We could stand and be inspired in the  house, in the room, the corner, the desk, where she wrote at least 3 of her many books.   

It gave the Society an opportunity to advertise the Society and to talk about writing and how Ethel was an early member of the Society. 

 Ethel Turner lived at a time in the late 19th century, when women would start earning recognition for their works and perhaps start to get their seat at the table alongside their male contemporaries more than ever before, even if there was still a lot of gatekeeping.

Albert and Eva Lin who bought the house in 2017 realised ‘Woodlands’ was included on the State Heritage Register  and they decided to learn more about Ethel Turner.

Realising althought her iconic novel was still available, Ethel herself had been largely forgotten, they immediately set about  to rectify that. In conjunction with local historians and the local council, Albert and Ava set about restoring both home and garden to their former glory days.  Although keen to modernise the home for their young family,  they have restored part of the house to reflect its 1890’s inspiration for Turner’s imagination including a library of her complete works .  As Albert says:

‘Woodlands’ has been around before I existed. It will be  around long after I cease to exist. As its present custodian, if i do not do this that I am doing, who else?

Albert Lin Private owner of Woodlands with two of his five daughters

who has restored his home ‘Woodlands’ into the period of history of Ethel Turner’s time.

HerStory Arts Festival experience by Colleen Keating

 

 

 

         

To be Highly Commended  in the HerStory Arts Festival for my poem  Remembering Judith Wright and to be invited to read it at the Wharf 2 presinct was a great honour and I hope Judith Wright, one of our finest Australian women poets 1924- 2000 is honoured as a result. 

I have written many poems about Judith Wright, her friendship with Oodgeroo Noonuccal, as an environmentsl mystic  and about meeting her in Braidwood at a Two Fires Festival  in the 90’s with her Biographer Sr. Veronica Brady IBVM,  a Loreto nun  and now it is exciting to have one of these poems  be Highly acclaimed.

Susan Brooker:   Gwen Bitti:      Colleen Keating

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HerStory is a new and independent arts festival on Gadigal Land, debuting at the iconic Wharf 2,

in the heart of Sydney’s creative district.

to experience exciting new Australian works from emerging artists and creatives.

It is a vibrant 4 days of art, music, poetry, play, short stories, memoirs and networking .

Writers will be showcasing their work through staged readings and presentations throughout the festival.

We want to extend a HUGE thank you to everyone who submitted — your voices are truly inspiring!

Congratulations and thanks for all the heart work.

Pip Griffin who was a judge in the writing competition  and Gwen Bitti  with their  books for sale at the book table.

and we enjoyed the spectacular venue in the city

Poets Pip Griffith, Sonia Hunt and Colleen Keating

 The Amazing Lucas Girls premieres at the 2025  Written by Cate Whittaker, this new play honors the real-life Lucas Girls of Ballarat. When Clara’s fiancé Wilf is pushed to enlist, she leads the charge against conscription, rallying women to bring hope and unity to a divided town. A powerful, true story of resilience, courage, and community. This often forgotten part of Australian history centres the women lost to HISStory. Congratulations Cate.

          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

White Pebbles Haiku Group , Autumn 2025

Thank you to  the Australian Haiku Society  for publishing our update and to Gwen Bitte  for her summary of a very warm Autumn Ginko at the Edogawa Gardens in East Gosford.

White Pebbles Ginko Autumn 2025

On Saturday March 15, together with esteemed founder and convener, Beverley George, White Pebbles members, Marilyn Humbert, Kent Robinson, Colleen Keating, Michael Thorley and Gwen Bitti gathered at the Edogawa Commemorative Gardens in East Gosford for their autumn meeting. Apologies were received from Pip Griffin, Maire Glacken and Samantha Sirimanne Hyde. Following coffee and a chat at the café, we agreed  to continue with Kent Robinson’s suggested theme from summer — Waterfall. Members then headed out on their ginko.

The strolling type gardens, filled with sunshine and neatly pruned greenery, offered harmony. Children played while ducks bathed and flapped wings or waddled around the gardens. The ever-present koi swam together, surfacing with gaping mouths. The last of the pink lotus blooming added an elegant touch to the pond. Cascading mini waterfalls and quacking ducks added a lively blend to the gardens. The wisteria walk extended a peaceful path and, although there were no blooms, the vines offered cool respite from the heat and a place to reflect. Meticulously raked patterns of white pebbles provided a serene visual element, inviting contemplation.

Following our ginko, we revealed our evocative and insightful waterfall haiku, in a private room. Each poem, while focused on the same feature, brought a unique perspective, capturing the varied sounds and elements of the falls and surrounding area. Members workshopped and gave measured and useful feedback on poems. In addition, individuals shared a few of their newly published haiku, as well as poems on something that recently surprised and delighted. Marilyn encouraged us to enter more competitions. She also read a quote on haiku by Japanese author and haiku poet, Santoka Taneda, 1880 -1940 and enlightened us that he was the originator and part of the free-form haiku movement.

Our joyful meeting concluded with our favourite photographer, Debbie Robinson,  capturing our smiles.

Members who had time stayed on to enjoy lunch together at the café. We departed with fond farewells until our winter meeting.

L to R: Colleen Keating, Kent Robinson, Michael Thorley, Marilyn Humbert, Beverley George and Gwen Bitti

 

Icon of Hildegard of Bingen brings my story alive once again by Colleen Keating

Icon Of Hildegard of Bingen created by Iconographer Kevin  Dilks. ( Brother to my friend Julie Thorndyke).

Thank you Kevin. It was a most beautiful gift to receive this icon . It took me back into a contemplation with Hildegard.

I played my CD “Feather on the Breath of God “as I took time to  gaze on Kevins icon, allowing myself to be lost in it.

Hildegard’s eyes  are beautiful. They are lowered in her humble way. They are  focused  on scribing her musical notes and creating poetry to sing, and  I feel those eyes are showing  her mind is singing as she notates.

The feather has the double meaning of the quill for her scribing and the reminder for us that she calls herself “The Feather on the breath of God ”

From my poem of the same name,  pgs 57-58, a young  Hildegard races in from the field, from picking herbs for Jutta to  prepare the tonics  for the sick , Hildegard exclaims,

Jutta, Jutta, she calls
it is so beautiful.
I see the Light and beyond to the heavens, 
not as in ecstasy but with my eyes wide open.

I want to express myself,
I feel so blessed.

She plucks a feather
from under her coarse, homespun cape,
and look . . .  a gift. I know there are always feathers,
but this was special, as I watched it drift,
I felt a ‘yes’ to life.
Ah, I am a feather on the breath of God.

She turns both hands in the air,
eyes to the heavens,
a twirl of gratitude,
a dance of light.

The words Hildegard is writing in Kevin’s icon are the uplifting promise for her women living and working in their Abbey at Rupertsberg.

. O vis eternitatis                                                              O power within Etenity
que omnia ordinasti in corde tuo,                                All things you hold in your heart
per Verbum tuum omnia creata sunt                           And through your word were all created
sicut voluisti,  et ipsum Verbum tuum                        according to your will.

 

And finally in my meditation with Kevin’s icon, I paused on the golden halo. Many icons use this to portrait a holy person. Several thoughts came to mind. To think Hildegard was called a saint at her death by her communities and by the local people, east and west, all along the Rhine River wherever her influence had reached in the 12th century.* and Rome rejected their request for Sainthood. Three hundred years on the Abbess of the Benedictian Community applied for her to be made a saint again and it was again  rejected by the Vatican. When the Abbey asked later, the paperwork had been lost ! And so she was lost to the world for hundreds of years . Only at the beginning of the  late 50’s  and early 60’s,  the Environmental Movement when Mother earth was beginning to be in pain from the damage done to her, did a Dominican Priest Father Matthew Fox rediscover her and had her writings translated finding her an Environmental Mystic.

Hildegard  had been forgotten for 900 years !!! and then others began to discover her music, her paintings , her poetry and bring her back to our world.

If ever there was a time for her to speak it is now. Of course the Vatican saw her being a spokesperson for so many and the German pope canonised her in 2012 not only canosied her  but made her A Doctor of the Church. To me it was too  late. However in a way, I guess it  introduces her to another layer of people in the Churches and hence increases her influence, so that is good.

Finally i traced, in my mind the Infinity symbols that are softly embedded in the halo. The Infinity Symbol (A Christian symbol of God’s eternal and infinite nature) I wonder if the fish (Ichthys symbol) was an early attempt to show this, before a Mathematician claimed it firstly in the 16th century.

*(Many Monasteries and Abbeys bought her music which encouraged their communities . By the way this is one of the ways that Rupertsberg received money so her Scriptorium was invaluable as she taught her women to dictate and scribe the many works that she sold. )


With music, we have the memory of paradise lost”- Hildegard von Bingen”.

Hildegard created over 77 unique songs. She considered music the point where heaven and earth meet. She believed harmony to be more than the combination of voices and instruments,. For her it represented the balance of body and soul, the interconnectivity of humanity with the universe. 

Hildegard composed secular music, sacred polyphony, hymns, and chants. She used music and art to express her visions; in fact, it has been said that Hildegard composed in pictures and painted with words. 

Oliver Sacks, the great neuroscientist and admirer of Hildegard, observed that humans naturally keep time to music, using hypnotic sounds to enter trance-like states of meditation. Further, music has been found to contribute to synchronicity between the two brain hemispheres, resulting in more effective whole-brain thinking.

Hildegard used music as a way to a third state of consciousness. She did not express it in this 21st  century vernacular but Hildegard knew its importance for her women, physically, mentally, emotional and spiritually. Some of her music written  for the eight breaks in the Benedictine Day  helped with breathing and well being. Severl pieces have notes that rise to high A which can give a sense of transcendence  similar to other religions like the  Sufi’s  Whirling Dervish. *

Along with sleep and dreams Hildegard viewed music as the key to opening a third state of consciousness, a trance-like state. Her firm mooring in faith, combined with openness to the metaphysical, enabled Hildegard and her contemporaries to use music as an auto-suggestive relaxation technique. This meditation was based on the belief that music provides the human organism with positive influence in the healing processes.

To think that her music was banned towards the end of her life .** In the winter of her days she inspired her women in their silence under pain of their Abbey being destroyed :

Let us find purpose in our day,

Hildegard counsels after matins

find music in the fields

in the sun’s warmth,

in glints of gold on boughs of trees.

Rejoice in the aroma of the damp earth

and viriditas.

Spring is at the node of every greening branch.

May even the wind be our song.

. . . . . . and in the silence they learn,

in Hildegard’s words,

to search out the house of their hearts. 


 

  *  Whirling Dervishes is a form of physically active meditation which originated among Sufi groups, and which is still practiced by the Sufi Dervishes in some places.

** From the poems Struggle in Exile  pg 210  and Endurance  pg 212 in Hildegard of Bingen A Poetic Journey by Colleen Keating 2019©️

 

 

Hildegard today at the Abbey and the ruins of her original Abbey at Disibodenberg


Hildegard composed secular music, sacred polyphony, hymns, and chants. She used music and art to express her visions; in fact, it has been said that Hildegard composed in pictures and painted with words. 

Oliver Sacks, the great neuroscientist and admirer of Hildegard, observed that humans naturally keep time to music, using hypnotic sounds to enter trance-like states of meditation. Further, music has been found to contribute to synchronicity between the two brain hemispheres, resulting in more effective whole-brain thinking.

 

Ruins of Disibodneberg in Germany . Hildegards first Abbey.

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Our Centenary Celebration 1925 -2025 of Society of Women’s Writers NSW

 

It was very special to be part of the Centenary Celebrations for the Society of Women Writers. The photo above is Pip Griffin and myself celebrating at the Rooftop Bar with its spectacular views over the Domain and Botanical Gardens and the Harbour.

1925 -2025.

We are a group of Sydney Writers who claaim to have in our story the brave women of the 1920’s , World Wars, Depression, the Cold War, the struggle for equality , diversity and Inclusivity.over the past 100 years.

Women including Ruth Park, Ethel Turner, Dame Mary Gilmore ,Florence Baverstock, Dorothy McKellar and Eleanor Dark who left her home, ‘Varuna’ in Katoomba as a writers retreat and when I joined I sat next to Margaret Whitlam who was a very generous member.

Celebrating our Centenary . . .   Jan Conway former President, the 2024 recipient of the Di Yerbury Award and present  editor of Wome’s Ink , Libby Hathorn, Childrens writer and the creator of the animation for our centenary, yours truly and Nell Jones the 2025 recipient of the Di Yerbury Residency Award. 

To view the video and/or listen to the accompanying song separately, please visit our website: https://womenwritersnsw.org/…/our-centenary-animation…

Our Centenary Animation Video

Huge thanks to Libby Hathorn and Hamish Gilbert, and the SWW Centenary Committee as well as the other contributors and decision-makers who made this video and song possible.

To view the video and/or listen to the accompanying song separately, please visit our website: https://womenwritersnsw.org/news/our-centenary-animation-video

Celebrating our Centenary – 100 years  of the Society of Women Writers NSW. Libby Hathorn spoke passionately about the power of women’s creativeity and presented the animation of SWW’s 100 years. Richard Neville officially launched the start of the celebrations . Maria McDougall the coordinator of the 100 years warmly welcomed a packed audience.

Afterwards we retired to the new Rooftop Winery for Champagne and nibbles to toast the beginning of our year.

 

 

 

 

 

The Lost Words by Colleen Keating

   

“Miracle” by Kathe Davis

Maybe
the burning bush
was just autumn 

it would have been
enough 

 

Tanka from my garden

Can you see the first four leaves setting the pace with Autumn on its way?

autumn watching
the first four amber leaves  
in our oak tree 
pink and grey galahs
feast on hanging acorns 


autumnal music  (publ. in Fire on Water)
I thought I knew the sound  
its rustic ring  
its tingle 
down 
my spine 
its warm gurgle  in my feet 
and hands 
its whisper
at the nape of my neck
and satisfying sighs pulsing 
cool and crisp and clear

yet autumn always shocks 
its soul-satisfying crunches 
and munches and moans 
wild wind in corridors 
and howls through window gaps
its rhyming rustle tones
with snicks and snaps and cracks 
always surprise
as I listen 
to the easy drift of vesper leaves
settling to a hush

CONKERS

   

 

Autumn walk in England

in the beginning
rugged up against the air’s frosty fingers
they stomp the crispy crunch
of autumnal earth

 then along the bridleway 
in search of conker trees 
the children scamper 
running this way and that 
when the conker tree is found.

excitedly we stop and look up 
its big arms reaching out 
whispers climb me climb me
and the conkers wait
like furry animals
for a good shake  to wake
and awake they come ping ponging down 

these prickly popping conkers 
in large exuberant handfuls 
are chased and counted
as our day is written on 
by these children
with commas, question 
and exclamation marks 
and ticked by amazement.

And with our little English Grandchildren we sing

Leaves are Falling

(tune-Jingle bells) 

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling, 
One fell on my nose!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my toes!

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling,
One fell on my head!

Leaves are falling,
leaves are falling,
Yellow, orange and red!

 

The following poem is from a gorgeous book called

The Lost Words

by Robert Macfarlane &  Jackie French

The book is actually a collection of words put to poetry that are actually be deleted, erased from the English Dictionary  and it seems devastating that words like acorn, willow , fern and some common birds are being sacrificed for the new modern words of today. Children still need to know the language of their natural world.  Here is the poem and illustration for the Conker from the book.

Colleen Keating reviews Natural Light by David Atkinson

CAPTURING THE HUMAN CONDITION:

 

 COLLEEN KEATING  REVIEWS NATURAL LIGHT

BY DAVID ATKINSON.

 

A Review of Natural Light by David Atkinson

Review  by Colleen  Keating

Reviewed by Colleen Keating

Natural Light

by David Atkinson

Delphian Books

ISBN 978-0-6486276-8-5

With an acute lyrical touch and an unerring ability to evoke sights, sounds and sensations,  David’s poems reveal new depths upon every rereading.” These affirming words by Richard Clark who recently launched ‘Natural Light’, come from an appreciation of the rich use of imagery, and the way in which the poet, speaks to his readers.

This new book is David Atkinson’s third published poetry collection after ‘The Ablation of Time’ (2018) and ‘Strands and Ripples’, (2021) both published by Ginninderra Press.  The poet grew up in the Riverina and knowing this, the reader can appreciate the way he pays reverent attention to the landscape, the birds, the sheds, tools, country roads, road kill and the Hume’s long-snaking journey to connect with the city. 

‘Natural Light’ is a striking book, full of original images, capturing the human condition and the natural world. These are broad themes and longstanding interests of the poet. An example of this is from ‘Whipcord’,

Transfixed, we swerve in aversion, wary and watchful,

as the brute, terror of the imagination,

topic of tales, slithers away. 

Piques a flashback to that folio of boyhood fears;

an eastern brown slides through a dream.

The Holden accelerates, the small boy braces,

steeled like a vehicular strut, then the weight 

of the work boot, as breaks squeal

in a controlled skid through the writhing backbone.  

Atkinson holds his memories, sets himself the task of researching a subject and then works them into a poem. He plans his poetry to put together a collection of work that shows variety of subject and form, including sonnets and villanelles while falling back into the things he loves and is most comfortable with. Hence we are gifted with a book of poetry that surprises wherever you open its pages.

The poems are arranged into six sections:   In the first section titled The Scaffold of Time  there are moments of reminiscing. One example of this is,  as a child. sleeping on the verandah with his family on a breathless country night,

in the open we are kneaded into nature. 

The night breathes a soft–hued concerto, 

         the wildlife variations.

and 

Beyond the strands of ringbarked trees

the muted moon rises

and the stars are glow worms

over the riverine flats.

In ‘Bow Wave’  how wonderful to watch the way the poet shifts us from the country’s hard hot washing day to pondering a dream Manly holiday with memory of his mother,

In the freestanding washhouse she launders

the clothes, her farmer husband’s khakis,

reek of the shearing shed and the killing tree.

After igniting the copper, boils the garments

and bed linen; the spit of split kindling,

the flames prancing in the grate. 

Then as reader, we feel the cool ocean breeze with her dream,

the South Steyne churning its bow wave 

slamming the subservient wharf.

even as,

Her neck sallow, not yet seared swarthy

by the sun, she groans, heaves the bedsheets,

feeds them into the clothes wringer,

hand-operated, the water squeezed down

flowing, gurgling into the drain.

This scene is part of my own memory of helping my mother and grandmother but I wonder what the next generation will picture here.  Whatever, it is important for this weekly chore to be honoured . 

In the poem ‘Generations of Ritual’, the imagery shows how the fates have determined the change and similarity in our lives with the colourful phases,

The pungency of lucerne hay, 

the prickle of the fleece’s burrs. 

the taste of the moonrise frost

solo star in the top paddock,

 In the section, Unswept Wings,  there are many gems including the prize winning poem ‘Gang Gang’,

When you sweep in, deep wing beats,

you skim along the runaway of azalea blooms.

In an ambience of apricity, I observe

your free flight through the bush reserve; 

I know why this time you alight alone.

I watch your actor’s bow to the water,

curved beak leading to its cere,

eye staring off across your canopied 

territory of eucalypts;

Another award-winning poem, ‘Wedge-tailed Eagle’ 

takes us deeper,

In a rhythm of etiolated recall my spirit

aches for the passing of the years.

The fundamentals seem to have been recast,

a perception of having taken

a long journey to the interior. 

The moment to explore the season

with Vivaldi, to grasp the assertion,

the fretwork of the river red gum.

At last the opportunity but I am ageing

and my soul yearns for peace.

Time is transient and pitiless;

I must seek out the resting ripple

of the remote and elusive platypus

in the headwaters of the Coxs River

and turn back to accompany you

on your buoyant ascent.  

In the section Anchored,  one poem  ‘The Challenge of Algebra’ stands out for its thoughtful attention to our wider broken world with the final lines;

Faith is a trait which cannot

be contained; it bubbles

and spurts like water

from an underground spring, 

from a young maths student pinned

under the earth of Mariupol

Further sections are The Ochre of Dawn, Light on the Breeze, 

and in the last section titled Interwoven 

I especially appreciate ‘Villanelle of the Drought’,

‘the yawl of callous crows; he dreads their shriek

alighting on a victim in the glare.

The stricken ewe has slumped, half-starved and weak.

Poems are honed with short, sharp words that give a sense of urgency. In the poem ‘The Old Hume’, Atkinson recounts a trip to Sydney as a young boy, with the rhythm of the road, its bucolic smell and heat.  The light hits that memory as a young boy remembers the sticky heat of the vinyl under his hand and he is jolted by the change in towns now dead and the speed of progress.

As Richard Clark commented in his launch, Atkinson is a master of enjambement and I was interested to spend some time observing his skilful working of this technique.  How it draws the reader in.  I say this because I especially relate to his portrayed country world of the 60’s with the droughts and struggles, having spent my childhood in the country albeit a different direction, The New England Tablelands. 

This is a journey book.  Atkinson uses learnings especially from the birds, with their lightness of being and so opens the perspective of being untethered and free. He comes to a finality with family that brings him home. 

‘Natural Light’ is a worthy collection, full of surprises. Poems that shine like gems, many illuminating the way,  many with  their beauty in the natural light alone.  We are gifted with the opportunity to pause and contemplate their translucence. 

 

Colleen Keating is a Sydney poet. Her recent poem The Two Canticles was winner of the Phillipa Holland Poetry 2024 with Eastwood /Hills FAW (Fellowship of Australian Writers) and is published in Rochford Street Review Issue 40 – 2024:2. Her poem,Fifth Symphony was awarded Highly Commended in the Poetic Christi Press poetry competition and published in the new Anthology A New Day Dawns 2024. Colleen has published six collections of poetry, including two award-winning verse novels, Hildegard of Bingen: A poetic journey and Olive Muriel Pink: her radical & idealistic life. Her newly published book is The Dinner Party: A poetic reflection. (2023) All are available through Ginninderra Press. Colleen writes on Ku-ring-gai land in Sydney and Darkinjung on the Central Coast NSW.

Echidna Tracks Issue 14: Open Theme edited by Marilyn Humbert and Simon Handsom

Proud to be included in Issue 14 Summer/Autumn 2025 of Echidna Tracks especially with these talented haikuists.

Thank you to the editors  Marilyn Humbert and  Simon Hanson for their dedication  in working to choose the haiku   for the journal and especially for their sensitive and thoughtful placing of  our work.

northeasterlies . . .
a fleet of bluebottles
sails into Sydney harbour

Corine Timmer

bluebottle tide
silver gulls forage
in seaweed

Vanessa Proctor

ebbing tide—
the beachcomber treasures
her amble

Colleen Keating

low tide
the setting sun sips
from a salt-rimmed glass

Kathryn Reese

 

voices in the night . . .
the stars maintain
their silence

Elaine Riddell

cloudy night vigil—
waiting to see the moon
perfectly full

Andrew Hede

peek-a-boo moon
meandering through the creek
a rakali

Corine Timmer

looking for peace—
a rakali carves V-wakes
across the river

Tony Steven Williams

 

by the river
corellas scramble for space
solitary ironbark

Colleen Keating