POETRY

Wail in Lost Muddle Earth Dialect (After Brueghel)

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I waked up an’ t’ world were al smashed’n broken
Sea wus hoigh an’ fushes ariz a-spewin’
Men gone mad wus kullin’ n’slashin, pratin’
Of the end comin’

Skoy wus fulled with fushes an’ birds gone sully
Jesters casting rods in the bilin’ ocean
Headless fush-men stumblin’ al blind’n clumsy
Narry a wumin

Cold and seethin’ ocean coughs oop ald monsters
Satan sends his armies of fushy taunters
Nowt to do but doi before the torment
Blackens the vullage

Granny Sorgum warned us that bad wud follow
When we foired the vullage across the watter
She wus bornt and al the folks made t’ watch it
God uv our fathers

World has turned against us an’ we wull perish
We hev sunned’n now we will pay the divil
Lothar howls in kennel beside his chulder
All’v them taken

Priest is gone and nabody kens the prayin’
Feard’n bloind we turn al our een t’heav’n
Intercede for us pore fushermen someone
God uv our fathers

Janet Kenny left New Zealand to pursue a career as an operatic and concert singer in London, then settled in Sydney, Australia, where she worked in the anti-nuclear movement and jointly compiled, wrote and edited a book about the nuclear industry, Beyond Chernobyl, published by Envirobook in 1993.

Her poems have been published in printed and online journals, including Avatar, The Chimaera, Folly, 14 x 14, Iambs & Trochees, The Literary Review, Mi Poesias, The Guardian, The Spectator, The New Formalist, The Raintown Review, The Shit Creek Review, Snakeskin, Soundzine, The Lavender Review, The Susquehanna Quarterly and Umbrella. Her work is in the collections The Book of Hope and Filled With Breath: 30 sonnets by 30 poets. She has received three Pushcart nominations.

Her book This Way to the Exit was published by White Violet Press. Janet lived for many years in Sydney with her husband and visiting currawongs. She now lives in Hervey Bay, Queensland with the same husband, visiting butcher birds, spangled drongos, ospreys, pelicans, assorted honeyeaters and flying foxes.

I waked up an’ t’ world were al smashed’n broken
Sea wus hoigh an’ fushes ariz a-spewin’
Men gone mad wus kullin’ n’slashin, pratin’
Of the end comin’