Destinations Unknown is a first poetry collection from Melanie Busato. Experiencing advanced ovarian cancer and feeling very much like the clock is ticking, Melanie has gathered together her favourite pieces of writing spanning 1997 to 2010.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Destinations Unknown


Melanie Busato
Self published poetry
anthology available for

Lulu Price US$7.50
ISBN: 978-1-4461-7062-5
44 Pages
Copyright 2010
Melanie Busato
Melanie is a thirty-two year old Arts and Law graduate currently undergoing treatment for advanced ovarian cancer.  Her diverse life experiences, particularly living and working in Asia, underpin much of her writing.

In this collection life is a journey into the unknown.  Melanie’s 
poems will take you to where mermaids are vampires of the sea and sickly sparrows hunger.  To the banks where the carnivorous plants grow and to where sun-dancing bees still the tube throat melody.  Join the poet as she seeks out the dingo in the dark, salutes the sun serenity and refines the fine print in fortune cookies.

A travel through metaphors and images which are Melanie’s musings on nature, Asia, cancer, childhood and modernity.  Your wanderings will continue well past the reading for there is no final destination where imagination and creativity are concerned.

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The Sand Poet

The Sand Poet writes where a feather finds her
In the wet sand with the waves, and see
She makes no copy, by tomorrow she leaves no trace
A sacrifice of ego. A gift for mother

The Banks Where the Carnivorous Plants Grow

She lay beneath the fallen gum tree, where the leaves sheltered her from the rain. Around her a river grew. And she rested a while, until the thought of the crocodile hour found her.

She climbed the banks where the carnivorous plants grow. She swayed and bent with the monsoon winds like the neck of the Brolga and the neck of the Jabiru. Then she stood naked with sugarbag and ash stripes across her chest. She grew lithe with her soul dance and floated like paperbark above the leaf litter.

Bushfire trunks and sand palms watched carefully over her. And in the afternoon the Galahs sent word that she must stay a while to protect the frogs.