Judith Beveridge Poems
- Orb Spider I saw her, pegging out her web thin as a pressed ...
- The Fisherman's Son Perhaps it was when he first felt his ...
- To The Islands I will use the sound of wind and the splash ...
- Mud Crabs, Low Tide I feel a sharpness under the surface like...
- The Dice-Player I’ve had my nose in the ring since I was ...
- Mulla Mulla Beach Before the sea stops a long mile out I ...
- Capricorn Through the end of an old Coke bottle he tracks ...
Judith Beveridge (born 1956) is a contemporary Australian poet, editor and academic.
Judith Beveridge was born in London, England, arriving in Australia with her parents in 1960. Completing a BA at UTS she has worked in libraries, teaching, as a researcher and in environmental regeneration. She currently teaches creative writing at Newcastle and Sydney universities and is poetry editor for Meanjin, having previously edited Hobo and the Australian Arabic literature journal Kalimat. more »
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I saw her, pegging out her web
thin as a pressed flower in the bleaching light.
From the bushes a few small insects
clicked like opening seed-pods. I knew some
would be trussed up by her and gone next morning.
She was so beautiful spinning her web
above the marigolds the sun had made
more apricot, more amber; any bee
lost from its solar flight could be gathered
back to the anther, and threaded onto the flower
like a jewel.
She hung in the shadows
as the sun burnt low on the horizon
mirrored by the round garden bed. Small petals