Cathy laughs best
her lips tie a bow
an extravagant, impulsive
christmas present flourish
her eyes go bright green they
gleam like a scarab
a bauble dancing, as jaunty
as brilliant a yuletide
decoration: a gift, an excitement
as frivolous, as generous
sparklers ablaze
Cathy laughs, lights sing
Everything
flies upward: we cheer
and with a flourish, her lips
take a bow
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Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.
