#6 Destination Unknown



Having read, analysed and annotated Francis Webb’s Poem ” End of the Picnic”, I’ve decided to take a more creative approach;

Destination Unknown

Torn, stranded, locked away
From an island where one minute feels like a day
Short breaths breathing fast others pushed out slow
Like white clouds covering a golden morning glow

These breaths start taking a pace
One, two, three, four.. now there’s 8
Compacted together, forced inside
Just waiting for the right moment to rise

Closer and Closer, the end is near
Sliding down his face arrives one shinny tear
The barrier drops, he’s found the unknown
Now the battle begins and theres no where to go

By Annaliese Ferraro

The reason why “End of the Picnic” spoke to me was because it’s powerful energy that Webb uses is through his opaque writing style. As mine may seem transparent, It has inspired me to call it “Destination Unknown”. Destination Unknown is also about the journey to Australia from the White European’s point of fire but from a micro-moment as the perspective.