by Adèle Ogiér Jones
Old movies dished out without colour bring back memories of cold winter days, huddled by the new combustion heater burning briquettes atop of kindling though little did we know that holes dug deep in the heart of earth would wreak havoc on wilderness on climate acting in ways unfathomable. Back then, old black and white movies came with romance and song spring blossom and music where we gladly sang along where good always won the day, though now we view with wiser eyes accepting life beyond the final credits is more complex than closing songs but still a sense of hope in tunes of timeworn movies old.
This poem is written reflecting on and in the quiet of afternoon pandemic-lockdown when old movies aired bring a change to the news which is predictably unpredictable – at home and far away.
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), Mountain Secrets (Ginninderra Press, 2019). She has two published novels, the first Desert Diya (Ginninderra Press, 2010) like much of her poetry, comes from her international and intercultural work. She calls both Freiburg i. Br. (SW Germany) and Melbourne home.