tell me a story
a secret within
painting pictures on clouds
making windows from stars
that stretch to the sun
in a spark of pursuit
on a misguided route
breaching every exclusion zone
airing out an artist’s attic
dusting off dreams
chasing that string
into the stars, we’ll swing
gathering those clusters together
into bouquets of brilliant balloons
finding the fun in forfeiting rules
for the freedom of feelings
that truly teaches us
It was a time when bathers & boardies became wardrobe necessities
and smeared sunscreen and floppy hats were common accessories.
Maths is forgotten on countless surfboard tumbles & kickboard glides
and where our English lessons were compromised.
Our screams deafened from sand dune slides
yet, we listened to Surf Lifesavers’ lessons
on spotting sharks and surviving riptides.
It was a time of drowsy afternoons of ice cream cones & sticky fingers
where lanky limbs hung over the veranda’s hammock swings.
We’d rest peeling sunburnt skin and gritty eyes,
as a chance to repair kites and fishing lines.
But as the sun simmers its summer spin
the shack’s lights spread across the warm sand
tasting barbecued snags
we’d craft our bonfire singalongs,
pirate wars, and ghosted mermaid tales,
to the finale’s yawning chorus of ‘not-tired’ wails.
Ending in slumber on bunk beds cooled by a reef’s breeze
where we’d wish away school bells and the oncoming winter freeze.
off others’ fear
polluting the atmosphere
like a sideshow of mirrored shrieks
unleashing their own wintered Dorian freaks.
Until a battle-worn body
with a mind
to the catalogues of chaos,
found his newly lost identity
amidst an ancient assassin’s ancestry.
by blue-blooded gold,
reborn of the hunted he preyed
for the revenge, he carried against all those betrayed.