‘No Cure’ and other poems by Jean O’Brien

‘No Cure’ and other poems by Jean O’Brien

The Dreaming In my Dreamtime I was the lizard, skin smooth, yet scaled the contradictions of the Chameleon without the colour, for I had the colour of the rock grey, green warm and dry as the sand. My dance was the dance of perfect stillness. Reposed amongst the rocks only my darting tongue would betray [...]