If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.
Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.
Shallow thought do quiver,
when storms brew with fear.
Chaos juggles north.
The mind glides east.
Voices heard, are twisted vines.
Restraining.
Restricting.
The third eye weeps.
These astral planes-
plead to be seen.
Two hundred plus days-
Melbourne has been separated.
Two hundred plus days.
Over half a year-
longing-
to be reunited.
Over half a year-
Saint Paul’s cathedral bells-
have sung a lonesome hymm-
Echoing empty streets.
Under the clocks of Flinders Street Station-
a shadowless shell of what was.
Two-hundred plus days-
Unable to hug our friends and family-
to comfort them-
To comfort us.
Two-hundred plus days-
and counting-
always counting.
We are suffering.
Sheltered storms-
rumbling walls.
Clouds hue to grey-
upon-
lightening cracked veins.
Static air lingers.
Warmth-
silhouettes-
within the home.
Sheltered-
storms.
Waiting-
scrolling-
through her phone.
Cash register-
pinging-
in-
and out.
Queue.
Person ahead-
uncroaking their croak.
Words stubble out-
from the croaked.
Soy-
decaf-
caramel half strength-
latte….
please.
Waiting-
scrolling-
through her phone.
She rolls her eyes-
In dismay.
Dear Gluten
I miss you.
I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways.
Soft as a cloud burger buns-
now replaced with saw dust fibres-
carving up my mouth.
Gluten-
How I miss you.
Doughnuts?
More like Dough Not.
In this day and age.
Gluten,
Why did you break up with me?
My body doesn’t miss you.
But my heart does.
Oh,
Gluten,
How I miss you.
Lakeside view, pelicans glide along the stillness of the water. Damp sea grass taints the delicate breeze. Little dog taps along, sniffing and snuffing questionable things. Clouds flow above, breaking every now and then to let the sun sneak through. Jet skis buzz whilst the boats do hum. Rolling hills ever varying shades of green. Sea birds squawk and squirm in-between their daily hunt. Lakeside view. Always a tantalising scene you be.
Salt tangled hair-
damp bathers cling against skin.
The seat-belts metal tongue leaves a scalding imprint.
Grains of sand dabble throughout the car.
Bare feet scatter across sun drenched asphalt.
Fish and chips linger within the ocean breeze.
Seagulls beg and pine for a chip or two.
Ice-cream seeps along sunburnt arms.
Sun shies away upon the horizon.
Such a day comes to an end-
as the waves calm towards the night.
Long drive, winding roads.
Motionless trees, always moving.
Travelling. Such peace.
Crunched leaves-
beneath the Autumn light.
Trees silhouette-
along-
the aisles of the streets.
Crisp air-
blushing cheeks.
A tango with Autumn-
such a chilling endeavour.
