The Ink Pods. Literary Podcast for The Blue Nib.

Stephen House reads his own, Driftwood Mountain

May 22, 2020 Various
The Ink Pods. Literary Podcast for The Blue Nib.
Stephen House reads his own, Driftwood Mountain
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The Ink Pods. Literary Podcast for The Blue Nib.
Stephen House reads his own, Driftwood Mountain
May 22, 2020
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Stephen House has won many awards for his plethora of plays, films and poems.

This poem won 2nd Prize Poetry at Sawmillers, Australia and was published in the Poetica Christi anthology Wonderment. 

Find the poem in his chapbook, real and unreal, by ICOE Press.

TRANSCRIPT:

driftwood mountain


he collects driftwood from the windswept beach

ties it up with rope and drags it through the scrub 

to his campsite

i gather driftwood for my cooking fire


he lives in an ragged tent amongst coastal gums

i sleep in an old car moulded into sand-hill bush 


walking today

i come across a clearing in the growth

not far from his campsite


i stop

see a driftwood mountain reaching up to the sky

as high as the tallest trees around it


i sink to the ground

drawn into its enormity and beauty

to what i feel it says about him and i

surviving in nature by the sea


i cry

i’m not sure why


i see him sitting in the scrub 

watching me moved by his driftwood mountain


as the sun sets i stand and wave to him

leave the man with his mountain


hike back to my car through wilderness

immersed in the songs of settling-down birds

past grazing kangaroos and emus


at my camp i make a driftwood fire

cook my food

warm my body


write a poem 

about a driftwood mountain that changed my life.

Support the show (https://thebluenib.com/donation/)

Show Notes

Stephen House has won many awards for his plethora of plays, films and poems.

This poem won 2nd Prize Poetry at Sawmillers, Australia and was published in the Poetica Christi anthology Wonderment. 

Find the poem in his chapbook, real and unreal, by ICOE Press.

TRANSCRIPT:

driftwood mountain


he collects driftwood from the windswept beach

ties it up with rope and drags it through the scrub 

to his campsite

i gather driftwood for my cooking fire


he lives in an ragged tent amongst coastal gums

i sleep in an old car moulded into sand-hill bush 


walking today

i come across a clearing in the growth

not far from his campsite


i stop

see a driftwood mountain reaching up to the sky

as high as the tallest trees around it


i sink to the ground

drawn into its enormity and beauty

to what i feel it says about him and i

surviving in nature by the sea


i cry

i’m not sure why


i see him sitting in the scrub 

watching me moved by his driftwood mountain


as the sun sets i stand and wave to him

leave the man with his mountain


hike back to my car through wilderness

immersed in the songs of settling-down birds

past grazing kangaroos and emus


at my camp i make a driftwood fire

cook my food

warm my body


write a poem 

about a driftwood mountain that changed my life.

Support the show (https://thebluenib.com/donation/)