‘Reflection: Cascades Female Factory, Hobart’
Andrew Brion, is a Naarm/Melbourne poet who published his first book of poetry, Soul Moves, in 2018. Andrew attends VRM and Melbourne Central Quaker Meetings and is a member of the Quaker Poetry Group. Links to more of Andrew’s work can be found here:
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‘Reflection: Cascades Female Factory, Hobart’
When thee builds a prison, thee had better build with the thought ever in thy mind that thee and thy children may occupy these cells
- Elizabeth Fry, Social Reformer
Crime upon crime.
These yards are silent now.
The old walls stand four-square
round paving emptied
of its convicts and catastrophes.
But silence speaks.
Has learnt to speak
of seven thousand pasts
once cast immoral; and yet the
charge must be colossally misplaced.
Children died here,
innocent and starved.
One in four, they say.
II
Crime upon crime.
Years later, following closure,
Truganini1 was buried
in the old Yard One,
outside the chapel.
Later disinterred for a so-called ‘royal’ museum
they toured and displayed her body.
And they said those female convicts
were immoral.
Amid the factory paving
Stands a single tree
Within a pot engraved
‘Trukanini Set my spirit free.’
III
Crime upon crime.
Language once spoken on this land
was buried too.
Language which died
along with Truganini.
Yet, palawa kani2 roars,
silent no more and resurrected
from its coarse colonial death.
Its spirit is set free.
From mountain, up upon kunanyi3,
everything is seen, everything remembered
through shifting mists of tears
for mothers and their children.
Crime upon crime.
Set their spirits free.
1 Truganini (also Trukanini, inter alia) was one of the last speakers of the original Tasmanian languages.
2 Palawa kani is the recovered language of the Tasmanian Aboriginal peoples.
3 Kunanyi is the palawa kani word for mountain and is used specifically to refer to the large mountain set behind Hobart also known as Mt Wellington.
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