The Noble Rider and the Sound of Words
Let our winged
creatures be of composite nature;
a currawong &
dugong—our chariot, a sweep
of suburban
Brisbane, let’s say north of Fortitude
Valley where a bacon
and egg creek snakes under
the spaghetti
junction, our charioteer: a composite
woman or a woman
composed of nature—the creek
perhaps, the
spaghetti junction, but most likely
erect on Skyring
Terrace humidity sticking to her feathers
any number of
thirteen ways.
a welcome to yr words, noble rider!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kit!
ReplyDeleteSound imagery and noble language. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteWoohoo, look who's here egg and bacon butt
ReplyDeleteBack atcha' boo boo butt! (my kids love that book.)
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