pieces of bone                or coral
whitening, seared with sun & salt
it seems this is a beach of shapes
bleached white alphabets, knuckles,
ovoids hollowed with stars
coral bones rippling as water currents
shaped them in death
smooth them across your palms, touching
rubbing this beach over your own bones
pocket a few

in your room bone pieces rest on bedside tables
children breathing wave patterns          shush shush
the island sings, inside you are unwinding

this calm unfamiliar
from the deck turn those asleep
beds strung to the ceiling, great blooms
of mosquito netting
for the moment you are caught

rocks on the eastern point of island
flatten towards the ocean
moon’s light scattered in a thousand pockmarks of basalt

Reviews of Kristin Hannaford's collection Curio

Hamish Danks Brown, reviewing Curio in Rochford Street Review
Mary Cresswell, reviewing Curio in Plumwood Mountain, Vol 2 No 1, Feb 2015.
Anne Elvey, reviewing Curio along with Julie Maclean’s When I saw Jimi and Kiss of the Viking in Cordite, 5th February 2015.

Poetry selection from 'Curio'

One more feather and I'll fly
Assisted Passage

More poems by Kristin Hannaford

Lee side, On board the Triton


Kristin Hannaford, launching Paul Summer's collection
primitive cartography,
Rockhampton, August 23rd, 2013.