Maggie Munro


Biography of Maggie Munro

I’m a country girl, who now lives and works in the city. I was a shy kid, particularly as a teenager, until I figured out how to pretend that I wasn’t. Since then, the world has decided that I’m a party animal. Maybe I went a bit far.
I enjoy walks in the bush, and I write a regular newsletter for my walking club. I’m an unashamed foodie, and don’t mind the odd bottle of red wine. On the even days, I’m happy to make do with a white.
As a child I was encouraged by my family to regard written language as a sacred and powerful instrument. My mother was an avid reader and historian. One of my earliest memories is of sitting on my grandfather’s knee (having gleefully retrieved the chocolate bar from his top pocket) and having a book read to me. I think it may have been the now highly malapropos “Little Black Sambo”, but in later years I was to be indulged with many books, including the bush ballads of Henry Lawson and Banjo Paterson.
It is my joy to be given, recently, a rare gift from a new friend; the confidence and encouragement to write my own verse, and to share it with this largely supportive community of writers.

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Seeing Red

She wakes, with hot emotion streaming
warm and wet, across one rosy cheek.
Slowly reason rises, tears subside,
for many times does bitter obligation
steal joy away to pour its stream of sand
carelessly through those indifferent hands.

Her sunrise aches to draw one curtain closed,
to veil the room in softened honey light,

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