POPPING BOT by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

I met a little Bot one day,

sweet and kind and very round

he made a little popping noise and gently lifted off the ground.

Further up and up he went

into the blue and cloudy sky, 

popping more along the way

he made his way up very high.

Now, Bots are brave, they’ll have you know

but I could see it in his eyes

the clouds were high and grey and cold

his friends were all home safe and dry

that little Bot had but one choice, he’d have to try and turn around

so dipped his head and rolled over

and quickly popped his way back down!

WOMAN by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

Christiane Spangsberg one line

What is a woman if not all known and unknown things

rolling waves and mountain tops

beasts and birds that sing

the quiet of the moon and the fury sunlight brings

a woman holds the pillars of creation in her wings. 

SEASON CHANGE by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

sun rays.jpeg

There's softness in the morning light

that wanders through our window, bare

with blooming cheeks and blue eyes bright when walking through the winter air

a sun ray stretches on your feet a welcome to the day ahead

the handsome Greek has gone to fetch coffee for you to have in bed.



THE CODA by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

Bondi summer eves

The tide moves further from the beach

the husk of a waning year remains

the evenings slow, the whales breach

you'll see your family soon again.

There is a buzzing in the air

a joint delight that's earned and true 

you've grown and stretched, you've wept, you've reached

discovered things that make you, you.


CASTLE IN THE SAND by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

little homes

For a while it feels like heaven

but only for a while

you roll around in love and you live in its denial

until the threads unravel

like wool left in the sun

you pick at them yourself until you pull out every one

your castle tumbles over

strewn along the sand

the string-bark drawbridge broken

the shell adorning damned

'where from here?'

you wonder,

this isn't what you planned -

a desolate heart broken

sodden on the sand.


Time passes you in silence

so still, you wonder why

then you feel a deep vibration

a far off rumbling sky

the crabs they start a-walking

(or 'a-siding' you could say)

into their crabby hollows

where they work and toil away

you can't see it from the surface but they're strengthening the sand

building deep foundations from which Kingdoms can be manned.


After a time the rumbling becomes loud, and louder still

the sea birds flap about and squawk

their cries becoming shrill

a clap of thunder hits the beach

as waves crash on the sand

water mixed with burly mess

engulfs the wretched land

glinting rain falls from the clouds

and hits the ground below

the broken castle washes forth

you watch the wreckage go.


When the storm is over and the quiet has returned

a lightness sits upon your heart

a knowledge that you've learned

the castle that you lived in here

not so long ago

was built on things that don't stand strong

when battered to-and-fro.


As crabs do

they re-emerge

under a starry sky

they've found for you a place at last

sturdy, warm and dry

a giant shell, great husk of life

one to call your own

a place for love and care amid

the shifting sands, a home.



LONGINGS by Olivia Pirie-Griffiths

the search for honey

Sometimes when I'm next to you

I can feel you smile

A warmth that flows from skin to skin

and lingers for a while


with me your smile I'll carry for

a while or two or so

but over time this smile fades

I don't know where it goes


perhaps it leaves for someone else 

or dissipates in me

either way I mourn the loss

somewhat shamefully 

I wonder if I drove it to retreat with injury

or if my deepest longings do not wish it to be free?