Jane Frank

We’re not afraid
of the serpent.
Our intricate memories,
like lace,
will stretch and hold,
help us navigate
as we ride its curved back
to the horizon.
Grey will turn to white heat,
the green of home just a whisper
like the wash inside a shell.
We’ll shed old skin
among the gum and wattle,
metamorphose into summer,
understand inside out
what it means to be home.

Jane Frank now lives and writes in Brisbane, Australia but lived in Scotland for a number of years in the 1990s. It is her second home! Her poems have appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Westerly, Writ, Snorkel, Antiphon, Northwords Now, Poets Republic, London Grip and elsewhere. She teaches in Humanities at Griffith University in south east Queensland.

Photo credit: Angie Spoto

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