‘Paper Boats’ by June Perkins

Australian Children's Poetry

Paper boats conjure dreams

of petals soaked by

scents of the

ocean.

Traveling boats

float in shadows

people

who have a simple hope

for happy lands,

but white markers sink

in sandy earth

marking graves of people

who cannot resist new germs.

‘Once watched paper boats,’

paternal grandfather says

in Vietnamese

but nobody understands

No translators here.

So shadow puppets dance

for petals

falling from kumquat boughs.

(c) June Perkins

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Paper Boats

Magic Fish Dreaming

Image by Geson Ratow

Paper boats conjure dreams
of petals soaked by
scents of the
ocean.

Traveling boats
float in shadows
people
who have a simple hope
for happy lands,
but white markers sink
in sandy earth
marking graves of people
who cannot resist new germs.

‘Once watched paper boats,’
paternal grandfather says
in Vietnamese
but nobody understands
No translators here.

So shadow puppets dance
for petals
falling from kumquat boughs.

By June Perkins

Appeared on Australian Children’s Poetry for Refugee Week Prompt

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The World is All Gates

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The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

lined with red blooms announcing possibility
the road beyond calls out its journeys
to gardens of elsewhere

lined with mist dissolving
found light

cascading into tension on
the fields of search

muddling with its metaphor
it’s the surname
of a wealthy man named Bill
who gives for others journeys
to opportunities of
elsewhere

it opens for returning soldier
and new refugee

riddling with its structure
questioning its purpose
beyond open and shut

it is frozen in the
beauty of welcome

(c) June Perkins