As prickly as sometimes you claim you are, My sweetmeat pear, I know now we were wrong – You are no cactus, thorned and difficult. You are a cherry blossom. Feminine, tinged pale and pink, Lovely as a spring day With wind shaking silken petals like snow. Transient too, blooming and then disappearing, Clouds of… Continue reading sabra
Author: 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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