The Valley [poem by Rex Ingamells]

[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Forgotten People (1936).] The Valley Ages of moonlight have flooded down the valley, Whitening and shadowing the gaunt, stark mallee Ages of moonlight . . . And how can I speak Of its hueless glare on the sands of the creek, Its shimmer and glint on […]

Evening in the MacDonnells [poem by Rex Ingamells]

[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Forgotten People (1936).] Evening in the MacDonnells Look at the rocky range, wallowing in the sun’s glow. The fierce white sun sinks, regretted by the black crow. The black crows are calling, forlornly crying out, For they like not the radiance of evening spread about. The […]

Loveliness [poem by Rex Ingamells]

[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Forgotten People (1936).] Loveliness Loveliness swims In the lake as the light dims, Skims, With vague form, In the warm Gold waves, far out — Where black duck silently drift about Before they rise with a dark shout . . . And loveliness lies, With sad […]

Parrots [poem by Rex Ingamells]

[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Forgotten People (1936).] Parrots Parrots are flying and crying in the bush: Their colours and their shrillness sweep veering through the gumtrees. Green leaves and green birds. Golden leaves and golden birds. Crimson leaves and crimson birds. And there are between-lights, mixed, elusive colouring. There are […]

Frogs [poem by Rex Ingamells]

[Editor: This poem by Rex Ingamells was published in Forgotten People (1936).] Frogs Each night now, since the rains last week, The frogs keep croaking in the creek. I hear, ere sleep, the medleyed notes Escape the wet, moon-gleaming throats. There’s one old bullfrog’s base that comes Up from the mudbanks by the gums . […]