1/04/2021
A poem
A fell snake poised to strike, a glittering fiend
But then she appeared and saved me
A sudden thud, a sound of safety
And my baby flesh was free
I had countless days to dance the fling
Western sun shining down on me
Woollen ties that spelled misery
Three months before a certain ‘he’
Only five feet when I was sixteen
A pain, a pause, a world at my feet
A crinkly grin, a grimace, then peace
One more year and I will be thirty
My plants are dead in the pots beside me
Yet I am alive in the midst of the scene
Shooting more leaves than when I was green.
Brisbane 2019