by Eda Payne
Autumn Leaf
Poised:
considers
preens, twirls
lets go
glides
lies –
in golden splendour.
Winter Light
This morning liquid gold
slanted into the room.
Vermeer would have made much of it
although no pearl ear-ringed girl
sits here with lapis lazuli and ochre tints
and a ‘cello, not a lute,
is burnished by this light.
Eda Payne is a retired teacher living in Adelaide and is now a creative writer in both Irish and English. Eda was born in Dublin, and grew up in Edenderry, Co. Offaly. Her family emigrated to London when she was 15 and she worked in Lloyds Bank prior to her leaving for Adelaide in 1959. It was in Adelaide that she met her husband Brian, a cellist. She has published poetry and short stories and written a memoir for her grandchildren about her early life in Ireland.
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