Dorothy Featherstone Porter
Dorothy Featherstone Porter Poems
- The Hampstead Heath Toad It was one of those ...
- The Emerald Leopard You're lost if you steer. How did you ...
- Exuberance with bloody hands What do the Minoans teach us ...
- Starfish Goebbels was right. You can be told to hate ...
- Trouble ‘Jill' I challenge the mirror ‘how much guts have ...
- Pleasure After the Cleopatra exhibition, British ...
- Numbers I get magic (sometimes I get more than...
Dorothy Featherstone Porter (26 March 1954 – 10 December 2008) was an Australian poet.
Porter was born in Sydney. Her father was barrister Chester Porter and her mother, Jean, was a high school chemistry teacher. Porter attended the Queenwood School for Girls. She graduated from the University of Sydney in 1975 with a Bachelor of Arts majoring in English and History.
Porter had been suffering from breast cancer for four years before her death, but "many thought she was winning the battle," according to journalist Matt Buchanan. In the last three weeks of her life she became very sick and was admitted to hospital, where she was in intensive care for the final 10 days. She ... more »
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The Hampstead Heath Toad
It was one of those
English summer nights
on the moonshine
of a moonlit world
was your entranced lucky
The lilac shimmer of silent
The whisper of ghost fox
through your heartbeat.
But the toad in the hand
Stank through his palpitating
Stank of fear.
Is the fabled hallucinogenic
touch of toads
just as Macbeth
a hypnotising snare
of toxic apparition?
What thrilling doors of perception
to the musky ooze
of panting ...