(Apologies: WordPress won’t let me upload images today. I will try and correct the fault later)

One from deep in the vaults. A tad naive perhaps but

I still like it. I wrote this poem back in

 January 1980 after a very pleasant Trip

 to Mount Tambourine’s lush rainforests 

with my Personal Assistant of the time, who later used it

as the voice-over for a hippiesque performance-piece

she did at some avantgarde, inner-city type

theatre in Melbourne.

It was published in a little Poetry Magazine

 of the time too, whose name entirely

escapes me..Hmm, Matilda maybe? Brunswick Poetry ReviewThe Sheep-Crotchers Gazzette?

Alas, even though I once had a copy,

it’s long been eaten by silver-fish.

mountain view



When we leave this Planet,

we’ll leave behind us


tucked away here and there

in isolated valleys. The palms still straining

for the light/

below the cool creeks

still burbling over the smooth stones/

the lizards sunning themselves on rocks,

and the silence broken occasionally

by the bird calls

and the sudden furious crashing

of the ground dwellers

through the undergrowth.


When we leave this planet

We’ll leave behind us

bare mountains,

with the winds still whistling

through twisted crags.

Yes when we leave

for the cold blue stars

there’ll be deserted cities,

new generations of plants and animals

slowly filling them,

bees swarming in their millions

from the trunks of trees.


We’ll leave the Ocean,

under an overcast sky

through which no stars can be seen

miles from any sight of land

just the waves.

Moon at sea cropped





The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet,

President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity, and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe.

Someone had to do it.



~ by reverendhellfire on October 26, 2014.

4 Responses to “*STAR POEM*”

  1. When we are no more, these things mentioned, will remain!

    • Indeed. It gives me hope.

      • Hope is one which prompts us to proceed even after failure.

      • Now I recollect it; Wasn’t Hope the last monster that Pandora let out of the Box?
        It was a bit slower out of the box than the other monsters so she was able to put the lid back on and trap it at first, but then it tricked her and so she let it out after all and it proved to be the most deceitful, destructive, misleading bastard of the lot.
        (And that’s why I shouldn’t write children’s stories.)

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