You with that silly, happy smile on your face
Your Luna Park expression
The night the bridge astride the Harbour
jade structure: onyx waters
A photo in the negative, inverse vigour
Oil-slick black
Your laughter your face
Lit up like the foreshores
Glisten lights dazzle: blare life
A night studded gold and incorrigible red
These ferries (marine glow-worms)
Humming purposefully by
Your eyes wide and shining
Firefly city
burn bright
I don’t want you to leave me
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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.
