Shaking fog from your hips
you beckon the dawn.
Sun shafts find grey-greens, khakis;
rock faces glow full frontal pink.
Cinched by organ pipes, weathered, ancient;
firmament-spirit, rock solid soul.
In wild mood moments you paint-splash the heavens,
hurling rainbow straps from sky to earth.
Gondwana girl, ripped from Antarctica
you thrill us, you guard us;
all seeing, all knowing,
our protector.
Mountain mother,
in the shelter of your skirts
do we hear your stories,
do we even try?
unghbanyahletta,
poorawetter,
kunanyi,
our mountain.
Verity Croker writes across a range of genres. Jilda’s Ark and May Day Mine are her young adult novels, and her chapter books for younger readers are Cyclone Christmas and Block City. Hot Pot is her debut adult novel. Verity also writes travel tales, newspaper articles. short stories and poetry.
