I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. T. S. Eliot.

 

 

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 17 December 1927

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Goldsworthy, Peter

Fin and scale, sand and shale,

From seagrass plait my hair,

Conch and coral shape my ears.

Of driftwood, my bleached bones.

Fin and scale, sand and shale

It has been a bad season (year), like a frog being in hot water. Hausa.

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Wind by Ali Cobby Eckermann

she sits on a rocky ledge
overlooking frog song
puncturing a choked river
at dusk

it is only here native birds sing
their evening lullaby
echoed between red banks
overgrown with weeds

it’s like life slips away in the evening
a resounding of Salientia castanets
soon to fall silent
like flaking moss

she listens for earth song
under the algae and foreign reeds
and just as darkness falls
a fish jumps rippling memory