Adèle Ogiér Jones
i No business cards deposited this morning along the white ridge of a balcony placed there to hold us in placed for the blossoms overpowering flowing over the edge softening harsh angles which could have been curves. No business droppings left by mynahs along painted crests on top levels holding brick frames covered in concrete and render creating a sense growing out of the earth competing with smaller birds who visit us still. Their business card leaves us with companionship lockdown’s daily observation racing to wave off visitors cheeky determination undeterred by my presence beaming recognition greeting fellows lingering in lockdown. ii I watch you line up along the old wooden fence in the neighbour’s place next door, reminding me of scenes from Braveheart where Mel Gibson led landowners facing troops dressed in red. Then on a silent command which I cannot hear but see, in formation you swoop to the ledge overhanging a dog kennel below unsuspecting till that very last moment a gargoyle deters you as you hang left. I see you scatter to all directions in bewilderment and I silently cheer the rough image formed in lieu of a commonplace scarecrow ugliness to suit the deepest nightmare of unwary marauders. iii Neighbours I call you such there each day, taken for granted visiting at odd times leaving your sense of exuberance long after you’ve gone uninvited but never rebuked, grateful for your presence craved for in time of lockdown. I see you for gifts you leave cheerful chatter on balcony ledge souvenirs for another cleaning companionability lasting even as I do the weeding at the other end in this together scratching in earth, searching before flying back to a broken fence. One more unexpected connection in a time of solitude though hardly quiet and alone with these mynahs disregarding recommended social distance, bossy, bird egos strutting parading where local backyard birds and honeyeaters should be skimming gathering sunshine’s morning dew. iv Neighbours from a backyard tree visiting today encroaching on the space of others who do not dare to land, avoiding repetition new waves which air disperses interrupted internet’s slow skype make distance overcast till neighbours from the bird world and others of their ilk bring sunshine’s satisfaction, warming weekend’s contemplation with a simple joy. v One curious mynah crept along the ridge today, to look closer at the green plastic butterfly stuck to the balcony edge to keep him and his mates away with their mess. Yet, there’s something heart warming about nature and its life, birds here as long as imports, something satisfying about nature’s world outsmarting its intruders.
Writing creatively as Ogiér Jones, Adèle has four collections of poetry published by Ginninderra Press – the latest Counting the Chiperoni written in Malawi(2019), as well as three chapbooks (in the Pocket Poets series). She appears in numerous anthologies including The Blue Nib (April 2020), Messages from the Embers (Black Quill Press, 2020). She has two published novels, the first Desert Diya (Ginninderra Press, 2010) like much of her poetry, comes from her international work. She calls both Freiburg i. Br. and Melbourne home.