Sydney, you flirt, you sandstone
blonde with your wide blue
eyes, your fringes of come-hither
frangipani, your swizzle-stick
palms, your blinding white
mast-thickets bristling in the little bays.
Perched on your towering glassmetal
barstool, you apply your dainty
suction to a series of cocktail straws, draining
artery after artery. There are always more
bodies pressing their flesh forward, jostling
to offer themselves. And you love
Melinda will be reading her poems at the following events during October 2015:
– 21 Oct These were my stars, The Willoughby Hotel, Willoughby NSW
For further details, and for performances in November and December, see Melinda Smith’s Mull and Fiddle.