The day carves itaelf into a groove, patterns repeat
shavings curl on the carpenter's floor in disarray.
Some oil applied. Smoothed, the wood drinks deep
whorl and knots darkening with stain.
She leans back in the chair. Feet on the deck
Coffe cup in hand. She waits. Something fidgety about
the way her fingers play with her mouth, her neck
craning. Nothing will settle the doubt
in her today. A wariness which has crept
up her spine and settled close to the medulla
Moments on a wheel: the point at which moisture wept
disperses, a synapse connecting in her skull,
wide spirals of albatross in flight. Her boy child talks while
she discovers the possibilities of his smile.
Reviews of Kristin Hannaford's collection Curio
Hamish Danks Brown, reviewing Curio in Rochford Street Review
Libby Hart, reviewing Curio in What the Bird Said: Contemporary and International Poetry
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'
More poems by Kristin Hannaford
Kristin Hannaford, launching Paul Summer's collection
primitive cartography, Rockhampton, August 23rd, 2013.