by Geoff Callard

Elijah Freeman’s Dream

Mr Elijah Freeman, itinerant farmer, 

lay in the field the entire night. 

One pocket of his coat was a Hoover flag, 

the other held a piece of chalk, a child’s bracelet 

and a carefully folded flyer. 

He lay still, warming with the first light, 

a flock of birds rose from the crops 

and the threshers rumbled past, 

wide as a highway.  

In his dream the rains came gently, cool water 

gathered and ran as rivulets, 

careful ploughing left ridges of barn red soil, 

deeper colour in the valleys. Then the showers grew weaker 

and the late sun left a golden skin across the sky; 

the labourers sat and drank from their flasks, 

watching the mist drift away like smoke. 

The stones settled in the creek as the water 

marked its course, the clouds 

turning from pearl to pewter, 

stirring a breeze, warm, incurious. 

Eyes opened, houses as well, 

and in the morning the birds sang 

as if they’d flown from the twelve gates. 

No dust, 

no corn bent horizontal, 

no bitter me  

sitting on their haunches, 

just a new land

and a sun shadowed 

on 

rich 

red soil. 

gentle rain

changing sky


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Geoff is a New Zealand-born, Melbourne-based writer. He has had poetry published in numerous journals including; Golden Walkman, Live Encounters Poetry and Writing, Blue Nib, Red Eft Review, Abridged Poetry Journal, The Racket, PausePressPause and in a number of anthologies including Planet in Peril (Fly on the Wall Poetry, 2019) and the Australian bushfires anthology – Messages from the Embers. He is the recent winner of the Gideon Poetry Prize Winter 2020 and has a chapbook planned for publication in 2021 with Kelsay Books. 

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