These poems are part of the Long Paddock series for 78.1 Festschrift: David Brooks. 


Reading The Unaccompanied, Simon Armitage


You write of an igniting field,

scrapes on bone


about half puddled snow

and lonely souls


buried in ill-fitting clothes

or decked on a car ferry


as it engines white water

backing in to dock and home,


where someone waits with tea

and biscuits wanting news.


You watch up close,

but you’re targeted,


hedged in, as if discovered

running guns after days of rain.



I love the rain as it clatters

like ceramic beads loosed

from a broken string onto tin

and concrete in Seminyak,

flooding subaks, filling ditches

and potholes. Or, when it drops

onto grass hills in Korumburra,

drenching acacias that lean

like grief over newly pooling ponds,

filling black dams to the rim—

and where, if you walk in slowly,

toes squelch silky bottom mud,

and on the surface your hands

brush away a lace of insects

drowned by rain.


Simeon Kronenberg has published poetry in Meanjin, Southerly, Australian Poetry Journal, Contrappasso and Cordite Poetry Review, and in the anthologies, Australian Love Poems, 2013 and the Australian Poetry Members Anthology. He was the winner of the inaugural Second Bite Poetry Prize (2014) and has been short-listed for the Newcastle Poetry Prize (2015). He recently completed a post-graduate research project at the University of Sydney into contemporary gay love poetry and has also published widely on the visual arts.


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