A Poetry Collection for Isolated Times

Ripple Poetry

This collection is launching on facebook tomorrow!  I am delighted to be included in this work.  I have a collection launching in June and will share more details on that soon!

From the Red Room Company – website

What is a poet without an audience? What is a new book without hands to hold it up to the light? The outbreak of COVID-19 has meant the cancellation of live poetry events and writing festivals Australia wide, resulting in many poets and their publishers losing income and key opportunities to showcase new work, not to mention build readerships and celebrate the words beyond print.

To offer a little relief in response to this, Red Room Poetry and Oranges & Sardines Foundation have collaborated to create In Your Hands – a free digital collection featuring 80 poems by poets whose recent, current or forthcoming release has been directly affected by the current…

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The Common Ground

I am continuing my readings on Instagram.

This piece was written a while ago, but seems apt at this moment, where fear can lead to conflict and despair and isolation might lead to feeling disconnected.

Courage and love – can have greater power – if we listen to the Beloved.

Love to all.

June XXX

Breathe and Run . . .

 

Run

Something is chasing us.

Is it a powerful virus called Corona?
Is it anxiety turned to
cruelty stripping the supermarket shelves?
Is it fear turned to arguments
on the public transport when someone coughs?

We aren’t we worrying more
about what are we running towards?

Can we take a deep breath and run towards it stripped
of anxiety and fear
naked of ego and selfishness?

Can we clothe ourselves in
the discoveries we will make?
Remember to breathe
to take in with compassion the fear and despair
to understand these feelings

breathe them out into kindness
into a sense that everyone of us has the power to give
and do things,
swap seeds, give away excess
heal each others scars
after the virus has run its course.

How many can we take with us as we run?
How many of us will fall?
How many, ashamed finally,
will share the seedlings and goods
they stripped the nurseries and supermarkets of or
admit that we threw teachers and hairdressers
under the bus in pursuit
of economy and beauty.

I knew when the cyclone would end.
I saw the green leaves return in the rainforest
one by one.
Now the lines of unemployed cascade down the streets
and a sense of a modern day depression is born
and Bindi is our Shirley Temple
she marries her beloved without wedding guests.

And now we must  breathe
run
breathe ourselves into
the light.

(c) June Perkins

In Times of Trouble . . .

Today I will be thinking as, an artist, writer, storyteller, of all the positive things I can do during this time of the Corona Virus pandemic!

I feel calm and resilient, but protective of the vulnerable, but unlike Cyclone Yasi, which our family went through and recovered from, we don’t know when this particular situation ends and many sadly don’t seem to fully understand the gravity or enormity (even with Italy, Spain, Belgium, France etc…) of the situation facing us … or some panic so much, they are treating it like the end of the world.

Someone said to me yesterday,’well the footy is still on, so it must be okay’, but you know what, one hour later the AFL competition was suspended for 60 days, and borders across Australia became quarantined in several states, and I wonder now if that person will take it all just a little bit more seriously.

Please if you can STAY HOME and think of all the vulnerable people we need to protect and physically distance (we are not socially and emotionally having to be apart at all, just physically.)

Spare a thought for doctors, nurses, cure researchers, teachers, and all those who will be keeping our community functioning as we batten down the hatches, and don’t go and attack people who are using Faith to get through this time.

Today powerless to do much else, I am certainly saying prayers for doctors, nurses, teachers, delivery people etc. supermarket workers. It felt so surreal to be in a supermarket very briefly for supplies and to see the markers for the distance people had to stand apart, still no toilet paper on the shelves, and also hear announcements about social distancing needing to be adhered to on the loud speakers.

Ah is this not a time to treasure and value, calm, and beauty whereever we can find it and create it? Okay off to think of all those positive things. Like the power of music! Power of art! Power of story!

[ PS we did buy a voucher for a future date to a cafe/restaurants to help a business] 

Much Love to All, from June and Family!

Finding strength in family, friends, community!