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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.








Finn is featured in our issue 01 print . Get your copy here!