Just finished a poem I began in September last year. I’ve been visiting the peninsula regularly for over 40 years & this is the latest of many attempts to encapsulate its diversity in text.

Yorke Peninsula

lime green paddocks of barley wave to the edge

of cliffs and scalloped bays

landlocked islands of high-vis canola

waving microforests of seagrass in shallows,

a glassysea reflecting a cloudy sky

cursive scribbles of squid ink on jetty planks

crumbling limestone cliffs recycled as

institutes, general stores and hotels

copper bleeding up from magma