Ink Centenary Edition 2025 Society of Women Writers Inc by Colleen Keating

I am very honoured to have two poems in the INK Centenary Edition . It is the 4th Edition.  

And is a collection  of the winning poetry, non-fiction and short stories – entries in the SWW

writing competitions 2021 – 2024.

Thank you to the editor,  Susan Steggall  and congratulations to all the entries .

Great to be amongst  such wonderful names. 

The two poems of mine that are honoured in the SWW Poetry competition 

Petal by petal                        short listed  2022

From the dust of stars       short listed 2024

It has been a decade hiatus since the 3rd edition  of INK was published for  the 90th SWW 

INK 3  90th Anniversary Edition   a collection of the winning entries in SWW 2015 -2016 and am proud to say I had my poem,

In Search of Hildegard of Bingen included. ( The incentive for my book that followed )

The past two editions of INK 2015 and 2025   collections of the winning poetry, non-fiction, and short stories  in the SWW Writing Copetitions.

 

      

Feast Day for Hildegard of Bingen and our spring garden

TODAY

17th September:  Hildegard of Bingen’s feast day

Today I like she reminds us:

“There is the music of Heaven in all things.”

~ Hildegard of Bingen

Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179) was a 12th century German abbess, visionary,
prophet, herbalist, and composer who defied the challenges of her time
with her deep connection to the wild and sacred natural world.

Hildegard regularly ate out of her garden and experienced it as both communion and sacrament.
Here are a couple of my favorite recipes that I create often with my common garden sage,
which was a favorite of Hildegard’s as well! I have a hunch that perhaps it was the garden sage
that provided Hildegard with some of her visions and esoteric understandings.

Adapted from  an on line retreat centre Waymarkers Seattle, Wa

Try this herbal tea at home;
savor how the flavor gives you
a taste for your place and a profound sense
of the Sacred’s particular presence.

Ingredients

  • 4-5 sage leaves harvested with gratitude from an organic plant
  • Water
  • Lemon
  • Honey—the more local the better!

Instructions

  • As you gather your 4-5 sage leaves, thank the Creator for the gift of this herb, and offer gratitude to the plant and surrounding nurturing environment.
  • Place the sage leaves into your teapot or makeshift tea bag of choice.
  • Pour a cup of boiling water over the leaves and then steep for five minutes.
  • To serve, pour into a teacup, using a fine mesh strainer as needed.
  • Tea may be enhanced with a squeeze of lemon and a spoonful of honey.

 

Our Garden

Go out into your garden and be healed. It is a blessing to be graced by a garden. Even if it is a tiny pocket, even if it is one tree like the power of the single tree in “A Tree grows in Brooklyn”

 These past few days I have been stepping out in our garden and am just amazed at the colour, the scent and sheer grace of  the beauty at every turn.  It is like an artist has been excessing with the paint brush, with brighter hues of colour,  from the grand eucalypts down to the minute painted dots inside the azalea flower.  Below some moments in our garden in this spring. 

 

       

 

 

 

         

 

 

Poem for the 17th September 1179

From Hildegard of Bingen:A poetic journey

A Circle Ends Where it Begins    

Night sounds.  Bird chatter calms
as they settle to roost. Frogs and crickets 
interrupted by the near-by cry of an owl.

Whispers call Hildegard.
The bee lured to the open armed flower.

A moon tucks nto her room, 
plays warm shadows 
on the faces gathered around her.
Hildegard sees a celestial choir
singing the Mass and office
with Guibert as their Priest.

The scent of roses fills the air.
She remembers the smell 
of Richardis’ perfumed hands
bringing her a flush of roses 
that initial year at Rupertsberg.  

In her dreams she sees a loving Jutta 
calling her to instruct Richardis 
on gathering plants for balms.
Remembers how they ran hand in hand 
into the forest 
curious about ferns, 
flowers, stones, seeds and berries.

She sees Volmar’s warm eyes.
Rides with him from Disibodenberg,
hears again his words, 
I could not let you go alone.

She sees a young girl
vigorous as a blossom in full bloom.
She runs in breathless,
Jutta,  O Jutta 
she calls, 
I see the light and beyond to the heavens.
I want to express myself so much.
I feel so blessed.

She watches the young girl pluck 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.

Hildegard watches herself both hands in the air,
eyes to the heavens, turn and twirl a dance of light.

 

Our White Pebbles Spring Ginko Weekend

 

What a truly special two day with Pip Grffiin and Michael Keating. After we picked Pip up from Normanhurst we headed north for a wonderful day of beach and bush adventures.  We drove the scenic way through Shelley beach up to Crackneck Lookout where we took in the immense vista of ocean so vast,the horizon has a curved appearance. North we look up the beaches towards Norah Head and its lighthouse and beyond and south with a wide,wide ocean.

flouncing waves
the fragrance of wind 
in their wake

 Michael got the thermos out and we enjoyed a cuppa looking out at the amazing horizon line of blues and amidst the birds. My surprise was an outside devonshire tea with home-made scones, jam and fresh cream.

       

Refueled we set out on a bush walk to look for budding wildflowers and to search out the Flannel Flowers which we hoped were flowering. Grass trees and banksia were thriving , Wildflowers were still hesitating with the cold air and  persistent rain  holding them back.  We kept walking until we began to see the Flannel Flowers. Many were still only buds but some and enough for us to say’ wow’ , were flowering in all their glory. We enjoyed their velvety petals and ants and insects clambering on them,

     

 

solitary ant
angling across a petal
flannel flower

wayfaring
an ant ambles across
a flower petal

   

We slowly walked back and drove to Dolphin Court where we enjoyed the wonderful vista that we are so lucky to have access to. It was a sparkling day and the lake and mouth of the lake and then a wonderful performing ocean even with our resident seal lazing on a rock.

   

 

After we made a sandwich for lunch Pip and we  rested enjoying the view and wrote haiku,read poetry including Mary Oliver and then went for a beach walk.

It was 5 pm and the sun was heading west and so we decided to drive around to the lake to watch the sun drop into the Watigans. The setting sun was not as awesome in colour as sometimes but it did not disappoint, the egret arrived, the pelicans launged about some flosting on the lake, the black swans could be seen, the plovers could be heard.  Back home we had dinner and an early night

The next day we got up and came out to watch the dawn and the sun arrive . The cloud made it less spectacular but a dounbe whammy as it rose secondly over the thick cloud.  We wrote our haiku, feeling gratitude for our splendour vista and let the colours and sounds flow over us  

We drove to The White Pebbles Spring Haiku morning. After morning coffee we set out on our haiku walk, enjoying the Wisteria, azaelsa, bird song especially a cheeky willy wag tail, ducks and the apricity of the sun. Then we had a very affirming meeting all telling positive recent stories.Pip told of winning the the Mahler tickets and enjoying the concert of Mahler 4 and 5. Marilyn told of her 15 week holiday around Bowen and the North. Kent told how he and Deb went on a wonderful Whale Watching experience without seeing a whale. I told of my new book Ring the bells. And then we workshopped our haiku and enjoyed the learnings. We had a delicious lunch and a visit at the Art in the Gallery. and headed home dropping Pip at Hornsby. 

Ginko” (吟行) in Japanese refers to a meditative walk
or poetic stroll, often undertaken by haiku poets to gather
inspiration and connect with nature.

WA Poets: Second Place in Ros Spencer Poetry Prize

WA Poets Inc
Ros Spencer Poetry Prize
Dear Colleen,
Congratulations!
Last Way (Monument to Fallen Jewish People in Minsk, Belarus) was awarded second prize
in the Ros Spencer 2025 Poetry Prize by our judge Kevin Gillam.

Could you kindly forward your bank account details so we can transfer your prize money?

We will be in touch again with more details about the anthology and launch soon.

Best Wishes

Jaya Penelope

Administrator WA Poets

 

 

Ros Spencer Poetry Prize 2025 Second Place to Colleen Keating

 

 EXCITING NEWS

WINNER OF SECOND PLACE

 IN

THE ROS SPENCER POETRY COPETITION 2025

Colleen Keating       

 Second Place

  2025

 ROS SPENCER POETRY PRIZE 

 for

 ‘THE LAST WAY”

 

CONGRATULATIONS FURTHER FOR THE LONG LISTED POEM

Where her father walked

Both poems will be published in BRUSHSTROKES VI to  be launched in Novemeber 2025

I am very honoured and excited to be the runner up, winning  second prize in the Ros Spencer Poetry Competition 2025.

From over 600 poems to be named un the  long list then short listed and finally come out a winner is very affirming.

 It is also special to have two poems included in the latest  WA Poets  Brushstrokes VI 

BRUSHSTROKES VI

Thamk you to the contest judge, KEVIN GILLAM  and to the patron GEOFF SPENCER
It was an honour to hear him speak of his late wife Ros and read one of his poems.

The Last Way is a sestina I wrote early this year as an exercise
and in memory of a touching and powerful monumant
we visited in Minsk , Belaruse  on our Europian trip in 2017.

The monument has stayed with me these past 8 years and
wanting to write but always unsuccessfully until I tried the sestina .
Here the circuar rhythm and and repetition works well as the journey
is not a vertical journey but a internal struggle and experience  of facing death.

This is the only competition-ready sestina I have written .
Most poets regard it as a notoriously challenging form, with its six end words rotating
in a specific pattern throughout  the sestinia’s six sestets and final envoi tercet.

 

 

 

 

Late Winter Walk at Kur-ring-gai Wildflower garden

 

              

Haibun

A break in the weather gives us the incentive to pack the thermos and head to Ku-ring-gai Wildflower Garden.
The earthy smell of rain beguiles. Trails of twinkling webs, gossamer fine, hang like garlands of stars.
The chickering of a creek and rustle underfoot play into the after-rain bird song.
 

First hints of spring are blossoms peeping from sepals ,
like brave soldiers waiting to advance. 
Our walking becomes a ramble as we take time to enjoy their courage finding the odd wildflower setting the pace.

winter afternoon 
cootamundra wattle 
a show stopper

And then we become aware of signs of spring everywhere.
First buds of bacon and eggs, pink wax flower,
white wedding bush
red mountain devil, wild purple iris, bravely waiting for the spring warmth

to break out from their undercover and take the bush by storm 

red grevillea  
curls its spidery spindles 
 daddy long-legs

Even though it is chilly and frosty, spring  will come.
Days are  slowly lengthening and little by little the ambiance  of the winter sun
turns  towards us in the south. with winter freeze giving way. 
On our return
lit dew still shimmers on every blade of grass.

on a high branch
the kookaburra chortles
spring

     

 

 

 

 

 

Ros Spencer Poetry Prize 2025 Long list Colleen Keating

Dear Colleen,

Congratulations! Your poems Last Way (Monument to Fallen Jewish People in Minsk, Belarus) & where her father walked have been longlisted by our judge Kevin Gillam for the 2025 Ros Spencer Poetry Prize. All longlisted poems will be included in the Brushstrokes Anthology (forthcoming later this year).

The shortlist will be revealed soon and the winners announced at WA Poets Presents on Thursday August 28th from 6-8pm at The City of Perth Library, as part of the 2025 Perth Poetry Festival. We’d love you to join us there for an uplifting evening of recognition, resonance, and readings from some of the state’s finest voices. 

Attendance at this event is free but you do need to register:

events.humanitix.com/ppf2025-awards

Best Wishes

Jaya Penelope

Contest Admininstrator 

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PS I am excited  to be long listed but I am only showing one quarter  of the list  

so to move to the short list is a challenge.

But I am so excited to be twice on the list.   

Fingers crossed to move to the short list,

Great to know that my two poems will be in Brushstrokes lll 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

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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..

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart is breaking: Gaza and Inhumanity

 FOR GAZA

If I Must Starve

A poem by Nour Abel Latif
July 22, 2025

 

If i must starve,

let it be with dignity in my childrens’s eyes,

not with my hands tied by silence.

 

Let the world witness

that I do not bow to the hungar

but stood, even as the sky emptied

and the earth closed her mouth.

 

If I must starve,

let it be while i still cradle my child’s hope,

not as a number lost in footnotes.

 

Let the sea carry my name 

to shores that forgot my people,

and let the wind whisper:

she fed love when bread was gone.

 

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30th July 2025

a silent weapon

we can never go back
it is too late
we are exposed
underbelly of humanity 
exposed again

the bare winter forest
fallen 
the ground too barren 
to bloom 
a spring

its glare blinds
some look away
some deny it 
the path is lost
for the seeing

she holds her dying child
her child   
our burden
our underbelly
exposed

air dropping palettes of leaves
rusty red to green 
It is too late
too weak for the gathering
she holds her dead child

Arteries of humanity are clogged
stents are denied
how do we grow it again 
tend it 
with inhumanity deep in us 

Colleen

GAZA CITY, GAZA – JULY 24: A charity organization distributed food to Palestinians facing severe difficulties accessing basic necessities due to Israel’s ongoing blockade and military operations in the Gaza Strip on July 24, 2025. Crowds gathered during the distribution in Gaza City, highlighting the growing humanitarian crisis in the enclave. (Photo by Ali Jadallah/Anadolu via Getty Images)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Willoubhy Literary Festival 17 – 27 July 2025 Enjoy author talks and panel discussions 2.

A VERY AFFIRMING REVIEW OF THE MAKING OF A POEM PANEL DISCUSSION  Thank-you Anne.

Willoughby Literary Festival runs until 27 July 2025 – don’t miss it!

I’m absolutely thrilled to be part of the inaugural Willoughby Literary Festival, proudly hosted by Willoughby City Council!

The first panel discussion, I attended explored the lives and enduring influence of Shirley Hazzard, Elizabeth Harrower, and

Charmian Clift—three remarkable women who overcame challenging childhoods to leave an indelible mark on Australian literature.

Their strength, resilience, and literary brilliance were truly inspiring.

The second panel discussion, delved into the making of a poem.

While I’m not a writer, poetry has always held a special place in my heart –

its ability to distil raw emotion into just a few words never fails to move me.

Anne Casey’s poem laid bare the emotional cost of political injustice, weaving sorrow,
defiance, and the fierce endurance of the female spirit.

Colleen Keating offered a beautiful reflection on memory and family,
using a treasured recipe book to evoke warmth, nostalgia, and love
passed down through generations.

Denise O’Hagan’s The Art of Waiting captured the quiet agony
of sitting beside a seriously ill child – its imagery haunting, honest,
and unforgettable.

These three extraordinary poets – members of the Society of Women Writers,

now celebrating 100 years – left a profound impression.

Anne Greco,   Willoughby Councillor 

Go to the event program on the library web page and book what’s for you! 

 https://libraries.willoughby.nsw.gov.au/Events-and-programs/Willoughby-Literary-Festival

#WilloughbyLiteraryFestival

#WilloughbyCouncil 

#WomenWriters

 

1.      What was the initial impetus or idea for your poem? Did the poem begin with an image, a memory, a line, or a specific moment in your life?  

My poem began  with a memory.  Back in 2014 .. It was a time of down-sizing selling our family home and moving into an apartment  (some of you might be familiar with this uncomfortable  transitional time of having to let go of much of your family story. My daughter was on a small ladder at a cupboard above the fridge and she was pulling out all my many collected cook books over a forty year period and rearing a family.  My second daughter encouraging  the books  go into the box labelled Vinnies. She was holding them up and declaring Jamie Oliver, goes, Margaret Fulton goes, and  I had to say yes let it go and when I hesitated with a book they reassured me Mum it is is all on the net now. Then they came to my mothers old cook book began by my Nanna. I know some of the cuttings fluttering  between the pages dated back to 1925. 

We had a break , made a pot of tea, sat down and looked through it .

My eldest daughter asked could she keep it. . Now to be real it was  three old exercise books tied together .  And my daughter took this old book back to England with her.  after we settled I jotted down the pain of this and was the impetus for the later poem.

2.     What does your writing process look like – how did this poem go from idea to first draft, and how many drafts of the poem did you make to get it to completion? Were there any elements you struggled with or resisted including?

I wrote a suite of poems about letting go of beloved things and they were published in 2016 but my struggle was finding a way of writing about an old,  overused tattered book  . dNothing worked for me.  That was my struggle. It was a very sacred family memory and I couldn’t get it expressed.  So the first draft stayed s a draft for a year or so.  

Then i found the Emily Dickinson quote  meeting an antique book . 

And at the time I was writing this book on Hildegard of Bingen a 12th century mystic  and I was researching beautiful old illuminated manuscripts of scribed calligraphy with the lapis lazuli a very valuable  blue stone that they grind to make a royal blue power made into ink and very fine, thin sheets of gold and in The national Library I was given the white gloves to put on to look at their illuminated books  and so the idea came  to compare it to an ancient book  something precious. And there was about 5 drafts   I ended up taking out 

they call it ‘killing your darlings’  eg i edited out about Aunty Mays upside down cake which we all loved 

I have about 5 typed drafts and then it was left resting for a few years. Four years later the poem was published in a poetry magazine in 2018 .

3.     Tell us about the structure and poetic devices you used and why. (I’ll also highlight some that struck me). Did you use these consciously, or did you discover you had incorporated them later? Can you point to an image or creative choice you made that surprised you?

The structure is a free verse poem. I chose not to use punctuation to create a flow that’s more like thought or emotion rather than strict grammar .  kind of like breathing with the poem . Poetic devices  I think the first is  hyperbole  where I introduce the reader to something very precious comparing it to a beautiful old manuscript.and then coming to the reality in the second stanza,  

but i loved the idea that her recipes were now ‘poems of instructions’  and that coming surprised me. 

and then the stream of consciousness with the   allusion of sounds  . . . the flutter of pages and the magpie song which lived in our back yard singing for the crumbs each day from the  shaking out of the table cloth and a few crusts that she added.

the aromas and then  touch with the memory of my grandmas hands guiding me  and the laughter and fun of cooking. 

I played with verbs  eg ‘clutch’  i had fetch  I wanted the association of holding something close to your heart.   And not letting the truth get in the way of a good story  I decided on  the idea of the book coming from an old trunk rather than from a high kitchen cupboard was to give it more intrigue .

4.     What helped you to know when the poem was “finished”? Do you set your poems aside for some time before declaring them finished? Do you get feedback from trusted readers?

i am fortune in belonging to two affirming poetry groups and reading it at the group  is feedback for me. Hearing myself read it, aloud  notice how other listen is all important.   And hearing how they visualise my words is part of editing.  I also have a friend with whom we exchange work to edit  and spend time together pondering our work . That is invaluable .

Tense became important , I had it naturally in past tense and it was suggested to trial present tense  and it became so more immediate  

Also changing it from  first person to second person I hoped it included the reader more  i so many of us have some book or a bundle of letters that  we come upon and they bring back memories . I want you my readers to relate to the poem. and maybe memories come back for you.

Finally investigating time with words . .How I take you back to the Woman’s day how they cut and glued recipes . how they wrote in the  margins , the war bonds ration lists just old book marks really but there is deep sadness there too Poetry can say so much with the beautiful elastic form of time. 

 

5.     How do you go about getting your poems published? Do you have advice for aspiring poets?

Getting published is a matter of searching out places open and  interested , anthologies competitions and you have to have the initiative to send your poetry off and be prepared for the knock backs or silence. 

Fortunately in my poetry group we encourage each other.  And it is exciting to see a new poet get their first poem published.

i was very fortunate to have my first book of poetry accepted by Ginninderra Press from South Australia . they have been supportive to poets.

Do I have advice for any aspiring poets.  

1.Yes read poetry.   Maybe get some poets names and find their poetry on line .   

2. Know you can start now to write.  

3. Carry a note book with you at all times to jot down thoughts,  ideas.(maybe over a cup of coffee)

4.  Write down words about something that gives you energy .

Just today you have three poems that come from our hearts. Denise very powerful experience, Anne’s family experience and my memory poem. And I hope you can hear the energy in our voices and our words.

I hope we inspire you to read and love poetry, search it out  and even write.

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THE FOLLOWING POEM IS THE POEM SHARED WITH THE GROUP

grandma’s recipe book 

“A precious mouldering pleasure –’tis –
 To meet an antique book”   Emily Dickinson

you clutch it from the trunk
hold it high
in veneration    as you would a parchment 
of polished vellum
lapis lazuli and gold leaf illumined

then fumble pages   stained   
dog eared    exercise books 
stitched together  
faded red wool 

her recipes poems of instruction 
filled days with joy
flutter of pages   magpie song

you feel her whitened hands 
guide your small ones to knead the dough
hands floured  even noses tickled 
with floured laughter
and the smell of her banana bread

wingless scraps of yellowed newspaper 
Woman’s Day cuttings  trimmed  glued 
hand written recipes   margin hints 
steeped in aromas of pot roast
need a white-gloved archivist’s touch

bygone tastes of the heart 
brush your tongue, 
jams   jelly  conserves 
from her summer garden

her first Christmas fruit cake without him 
pages turn heavy   some bleed with tears
Ration lists    war bonds
all fits into you as a manuscript 
fits into antiquity. 

a kitchen table mystic my Grandma 
she scribed in pen and ink 
all the colours of resilience.

grandma’s recipe  book  in Mozzie Vol 26 Issue 9  October 2018
and in Beachcomber 2022