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Emu totem

The poem:


There are emus silently stalking 

at the edge of the ridge,

bobbing, swaying, beaking up life from the sweet soil 

washed there by rains of time 

their quiet  thrum could be the echo of a heartbeat 

or the far-off rumble of the first storm of summer 

or is it the slow beat of strong feet on hollow ironstone as the flyers pause momently to graze...



acrylic, graphite, copper leaf, collage on 6mm ply with timber edge


No frame, ready to hang

finished size: 

 900 mm h x  600mm w