Dimboola Motel
Motel room
Motel room
Car yard, Dimboola
Lloyd Street, Dimboola
Pink Lake, Dimboola
Nhill Flour Mill
President’s car park, Nhill Bowling Club
Flight Office, Nhill Aerodrome
Kiata Hall
Silo, Kiata
Dimboola Senior Citizens Club
Lochiel Street, Dimboola
Mushrooms
By Sylvia Plath
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
