"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

TOOWOON BAY TWILIGHT


The sea displayed royal colours of kings.
Purple dye adorned with alabaster,
In clumps and speckles and madly
warped rings,
Painted surf the smallest child might master.
Breezes fluttered offshore in cool forays,
Fanning breaking waves' crests into
showers -
Pristine creamy fronds and frothy white sprays
That withered dry like discarded flowers.
As the sun slid lower behind the rise
Of bent banksias and conifer trees,
Bold streaks of red and gold filled out
the skies
And flashed across the flat ocean with ease.
Then shadows were imprisoned by new night
And stars escaped to dot the black with light.

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