Focus on Frame!
Return – Janet Frame
Who spoke of war?
Homecoming is as dangerous as ever.
I’ll arm myself.
I’ll sit by this pine tree remembering
the purple ice plant, the creeper
(its juice cures the warts of children).
Still the shamrock stems grow to be bitten and sucked
the periwinkle flower yields honey
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.
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