Bird Watch by Jackie Hosking

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I find it disconcerting
alarming and alerting
the unashamed asserting of their glee.

It is true they sound impressive
if not manic and aggressive
then undoubtedly excessive definitely.

Their reaction is confusing
as I’m not at all amusing
it’s my ego they are bruising carelessly.

Don’t they know it’s impolite
taking unabashed delight
cracking up at all in sight hysterically.

With their cacophonic chorus
piercing skin that’s thin and porous
you would think that they abhor us certainly.

But apparently this bird
whose refrain is so absurd
was created to confer a word of warning.

To the spirits who reply
to the Kookaburra’s cry
lighting up the inky sky at dawn each morning.

A Note for Poets: is it time for your submission to Jackie Hosking’s Spring Competition (deadline 30th November)

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Be a Science Week Poet!

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Celia at Science Rhymes is eager to receive your rhyming poems (up to 4 verses) – or Haiku – before the end of July. Adults and children (via an adult email address) are invited to submit their creations to feedback@sciencerhymes.com.au. The resulting FLORA-VERSE online anthology will be celebrating #scienceweek2026.

Our poetry collection is already growing. We’ve received poems about Seed DNA; invasive weeds; endangered wattle; and amazing grass trees. Anything plant-related that includes a touch of science, be it biology, chemistry or other STEM-related perspective, is very welcome.

We are particularly looking forward to publishing poems that feature vegetation found in Australia. From seeds to forests; from flowers to bees, this collection will include your thoughts and discoveries about plants and how they shape environments for a myriad of living things.

The use of AI to help create poems is permitted, but conditions apply. These include acknowledging the AI (such as ChatGPT) with the (human) author’s name; checking AI information for science errors before submitting; and answering 4 simple questions about your experience with using AI for this poem. 1) Were you delighted or disappointed with what AI came up with – give a score out of ten. 2) Did you edit the response? 3) Was your prompt simple or specific? 4) Would you do this again next year?

We still totally appreciate your “human-made” poems for their artistic and literacy values! We trust authors using AI will try to improve the creations they receive through editing and carefully checking facts.

Science Week runs from 15th to 23rd August.
Our deadline for receiving poems is currently Friday 31st July.

Find out more at:
https://www.scienceweek.net.au/event/seeds-to-scenery-poetry/ where you can download the SEEDS TO SCENERY pdf for more details and poem examples. Plus, check out National Science Week Events & Competitions for more activities.

Sturdy Mulga Trees by Celia Berrell

Stretching up towards the skies
or weeping boughs drawn by their sides,
iconic mulga, drab and droll,
still represent Australia’s soul.

In sunburnt soils on arid lands,
with long strong roots, the mulga stands.
High heat; cold nights are mulga’s fate.
In drought these trees can hibernate.

Their rugged bark with groovy tracks
can channel drips down trunks of black.
Instead of leaves, they’ve phyllodes.
Flattened stems that clatter breeze.

Mulga blossoms, tassled gold,
are quick to let sweet-scents unfold.
Flowering not for Spring, but rain.
Should water kiss their harsh terrain.

First published in POINTS OF INTERSECTION SCIENCE AND POETRY (page 35), held in the Scottish Poetry Library.  

On Your Marks by Jenny Erlanger

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On Your Marks

 

I’ve turned into jelly.

I don’t have the strength.

My stomach is stuck in my throat.

Why did I say I could swim a whole length?

I don’t even know how to float.

My goggles are loose,

should have tightened the strap.

What if they happen to leak?

And what if my bathers just suddenly snap?

I’ll be laughed at the rest of the week.

What if I don’t make the end of the race?

What if I give up all hope?

I’ll never be able to lift up my face

if I have to hold onto the rope.

My stomach is churning,

I’m still feeling bad,

I’m freezing… and there goes the gun!

I’m kicking,

I’m splashing,

I’m swimming like mad.

Will I make it?

I have!

And I’ve won!

 

Jenny Erlanger

First published in “Giggles and Niggles” (Haddington Press, 2007)

Jenny said: I was always a very nervous competitor in school swimming sports and dreaded the sound of the starting pistol.