Thirteen

This year she has a swagger, shoulders squared
swaying without her hips.

She’s shed her first-feathers, now
white or black, rolled and crushed.

On-line she has permission
not to be the nest, there are hours

of soaring, school and suburb
distant dots.

Rainbow hangs in place of a poster,
its folds crisp and sharp.

Meredith Pitt

 

Meredith Pitt is a Blue Mountains based poet. She is largely self-taught and remembers often sneaking off to read the poetry section in the Childcraft books in her primary school library. Meredith was recently awarded the Verandah Literary Award 2018 and was published in NVQ 3.

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