Wuthering in the waste

A renga collaboration with guest poets Jessica Perini and (introducing!) Chantelle Leenstra¹

Midday on the moor:
five hundred Cathys wuther
in garb that makes us kin.

Shivering with the breezes
The winter wind sweeps our skirts.

Twirling, gesturing,
Feeling a music in red
Kate Bush hearts ablaze

in Sydney’s Alexandria;
city wasteland now reclaimed.

1. Jessica Perini contributed the second stanza, and Chantelle Leenstra wrote the third stanza. Photograph by Jessica Perini. ↩︎