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‘weeding’
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Weeding Weeds never used to grow in my garden
Even when left neglected for weeks -
Through summer’s endless rains
Not one green bud would squirm its way
Out from beneath the stones
But now, through countless storms
As dark pools of floodwater swell all around
Thick creeping fingers of green
Push through the sodden soil
Choking my garden under matted tendrils
Clutching at the stem of my last grevillea
Those weeds have conquered my garden
Taken it for themselves
Turned it against me
So that now my thoughts are twisted to plotting their demise
Shall I pull them?
Burn them?
Poison them with chemicals and kerosene?
Watch them shrivel and brown?
Only in time to see them spill forth once more
Legions of black-jack seeds overwhelming me
Drowning me
I cannot remember when they first appeared
But I do remember a time before them
Now swarms of duranta and scurvy weed surrounds me on all sides
Their tender white roots burrowing deep into the crevices of my brain
Where I will never be able to pull them out
About the Author
Finn lives in Brisbane/Meanjin and enjoys expressing his creativity through writing, sketching, ceramics and playing ttrpgs with his mates.
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Finn lives in Brisbane/Meanjin and enjoys expressing his creativity through writing, sketching, ceramics and playing ttrpgs with his mates.
Finn is featured in our issue 01 print . Get your copy here!