Flowers by firelight


Hypnotic as a newborn baby
I watch the fire and
Warm to my friends and to familiar
Walks and walls and roads
I rode before but are no more
Missing you and missing me
I see a different gentle light
Emerging from behind the winter trees –
I am a summer person
You are a summer place
This is the heat of memory
Cooling in a dark place.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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