The first bloom of love

So – I made it to Melbourne. Brisbane Writers Festival was temperature FREEZING but poetry hot. Packing was done via sheer stress. But it happened.


And I managed at four am to get my little buddy to the airport!

And off again!


I’ve had a few giggles with friends who were like “you’re riding a what?” but I soldiered past their scorn and onto the street with a gusto and a squeal!

Then I rode to my luscious lady and did a lap round Piedmontes…

I saw four people I knew.


Then someone gave me a beer and lit the fire.

By referred glow – I fell in love.

I miss and I don’t miss. I want and I don’t want. I love and I love.


Not an easy line up, like apples and mangoes. Just right for different seasons.

Same with Bromptons. Just feels right right now. A gift from a new friend, a chance for liberty and freedom, an opportunity to ride.

I should say, my little ray of is off doing a ride, and they’ll probably resent the reference, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the weather in Yelarbon.

I was also thinking about CX. Go Gemma and Blakey!!


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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