Shattered Prospects Pursued by every shadow,He rode the winding wayTo where his love lay waiting:Trunk packed for ocean stay.An owl looked on in silence;A wombat backed away -It seemed, no-one had noticedThe saddle-bag’s low sway. He wore a conscience heavy;More weighty than the goldRemoved beneath the nosesOf troopers bullet-holed.But one thought kept him going,Both resolute and bold –A dream of life together,In love as they grew old. She saw his coat-tail flapping,Each vaporous breath rise forth,The bulging bars of bullionPurloined from further north.Then suddenly, from cover,A bullet followed course; Resulting in her lover’s Departure from his horse. She burnt their steamer ticketsUpon the fireplace grate Until they soon resembledHer lover’s ashen state.And now, when night comes calling,Her wistful eyes relateThe power of a gunshotTo shatter prospects great. Rainbow Threads The tree bent down her branchesTo touch the morning dewWhich blanketed the meadow;Enticed with silvered view; But distance still remainedDespite her downward sway,And soon the silver sheenDeparted with the day. The tree, with gentle sigh,Cast higher thoughts instead,Toward a passing cloudAbove her nodding head; But as she couldn’t stretch(And even if she could)Clouds remain elusive,As nature’s wonders should. Therefore, she whispered: “Cloud, A shower would sufficeAs fitting recompenseFor wishes thwarted twice.” To which a mist descended Through curtain of sun’s glow,Extending rainbow threadsFrom sky to earth below. David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He is Winner of the 2018 Friends of Falun Gong Poetry Competition. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry.