Three Poems

 

Jane Downing

 

 

 

 

Well After Tennyson

 

           If I had a flower for every time I thought of you

           I could walk through my garden forever

                                                     —Alfred Lord Tennyson *

 

 

If I had a leaf for every time I thought of you

I could kick through drifts in hobnail boots

 

If I had a kernel for every time I thought of you

I could pop corn for all my friends not yours

 

If I had a balloon for every time I thought of you

I could fly to South America without you

 

If I had a safety pin for every time I thought of you

I could form a live-hard-die-you punk band

 

If I had a marble for every time I thought of you

I could rectify you being a few short but wouldn’t

 

If I had a cat for every time I thought of you

I could string all the violins in a mock sympathy orchestra

 

If I had pustule for every time I thought of you

I could infect the world and get civilization over and done

 

If I had pen for every time I thought of you

I could write you an anthology of very bad poetry

 

If I had a thought for every time I thought of you

I’d use it to think of anything but you

 

      * The Tennyson claim for the quote is apocryphal,

          as are so many reports about love.

 

 

 

 

We Make Plans

 

 

We make plans

that wash in the wind

beach against the table legs

of outdoor cafes

 

We make plans

that burst out of the bottle

froth up and over lips

fizzle in dribs on labels

 

We make plans

to change the world

which doesn’t get back

to our 3 am call

 

 

 

 

A List of Lists to Put My Mind To

 

 

A list of cures for insomnia

A list of influential people who leave you cold

A list of people you’d maim if you could get away with it

A list of people to impersonate for profit

A list of names you should never use for a child

Ditto dog

A list of literary damsels in distress who shouldn’t have been saved

A list of national dishes to eat in their nation of origin

A list of places you’ve fornicated

Ditto not had sex in but wonder why not

A list of last known sightings

A list of the steeds of medieval rabbits

A list of paint colour names that are apt

A list of contingencies

A list of memorials that should never have been built

A list of mitigating circumstances

A list of ways you can use the word press

A list of the mannerisms of wise people

A list of essentials for a round trip

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jane Downing is an Australian writer whose poetry has appeared in journals at home including Meanjin, Cordite, Rabbit, Canberra Times, Bluepepper, Not Very Quiet, Social Alternatives, Otoliths, Live Encounters, and Best Australian Poems (2004 & 2015).  Her collection, When Figs Fly (Close-Up Books) was published in 2019.  She can be found at janedowning.wordpress.com

 

 


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