Bora born
Matriarchs _
Analogue tropical days ran themselves from
start to finish, surprise me a favourite theme.
News from the other side of town spread during
lunch, a bush telegraph of the latest news
cycle replete with gossip lest truth be told.
Lila and Josie sold workers island tucker
soft drink lunches to wash down tastes to die for.
Their stall under palms planted out by waime
pausa circled the council offices by
mosby creek dammed up to irrigate the farm.
These two island women matriarchs in their
own right pulled no punches when fights came their way.
So it happens when women go to war
everyone suffered when the stall faltered then
closed, lunchtime lost it's splendid outdoor affair.
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© 6th july 2021 _ Ioan James Daniel
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Matriarchs _
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