Poem By jerry hughes

Your willy-willy of words
spiral through, leaving a
flavour and scent of how
things were, or ought to be.

In my dreaming time
I too search for words
to describe, to cajole?
But unlike you, dear Les,
it isn't easy for me.

My childhood nightmare
'I cannot read the word'
still haunts.
But I love our language
so I must write,
and reading yours
determines mine.

(For Les Murray)

Comments about Gargantuan

The wonderful Mr. Murray. You're right, gargantuan describes perfectly this giant of Australian literature. And unpretentious too. Your poem is inspired by a great master and I'm sure he would approve. 'Willy willy of words' is brilliant. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx

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