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Things I Want to Be when (if) I (n)Ever Grow Up

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  • Writer of The Great Australian Novel, or just the great Zenobian novel—that’d be lovely
  • Owner of a hat museum
  • A tiger trainer
  • Owner of a 50s-themed milk-bar
  • The host of Antiques Roadshow
  • A burlesque dancer / cabaret star / hula hoopist / belly dancer
  • A travelling safer-sex educator
  • A professor of linguistics and mythology
  • A mermaid in the circus freak-show
  • An explorer and anthropologist
  • A fairy at children’s parties, minus the children
  • A drag king
  • A martial arts master
  • A champion swing-dancer
  • The person who gets to name the stars

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QPF in Frame Lines

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Each member of the Queensland Poetry Festival committee has a short article and poem in Issue 5 of Frame Lines magazine. Zen’s poem is…

Rat

 

I am the cloaked detective.

I am the silent choir. I am the top

of the slush pile.

I am sleeping inside your pocket.

I am the gatherer of secrets

in my nest of old headlines.

I am Icarus, scaling the maze

before flight and I am Houdini,

with supple spine. I am a mathematician;

I can multiply. I am looking to master

mischief’s map, whatever

X might mark the spot of.

Poetry on the CityCats

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From the Ferry, Looking Out

What bonds must hold these atoms’ hands
that I stand so collected,
like stamps or butterflies?
I can see my yesterdays
scattered across this river, and I wonder whether
you could piece me together in different ways
by asking the inconstant water
how she would build me.

Twilight shatters into street lights;
deep blue turns fog
into romance. I am looking
to complete my collection,
and I keep coming back
to Brisbane.

Zenobia Frost

QPF’s Poem of the Week (Poetry in the Suburbs) project takes poetry to the general public, with a new poem on CityCat ferry screens every week. Mine was up in July 2007.

Evolution

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When I woke, you were sleeping,
turned at an angle that made you headless,
tucked into your tortoiseshell.
Your hands clutched your sides
as though, if you let go,
you might just lose yourself.
I wanted to uncurl you from the womb,
and take your hand like a babe’s.
I’ve got it in my head that I could show you
how we can walk upright,
without falling off the edge of the earth.

Zenobia Frost
Published in Bizoo (2006)