Bora born
Lady in red _
Bunda street mid-afternoon, the winter sun
cozies up through a stiff south easterly breeze.
Traffic everywhere the place settles the mood
in a distraction of stop go, green red lights.
Movement of metal madness pervades this scene
where people fed cars telescope to and fro.
Outside these flash wheeled tiki-taki boxes
senses flesh up sugar mills on sweetened air.
On a bicycle she flows through this space, her
golden long hair cascades, wind blown, freedom bound.
A full length red dress polka dot white, flared out
in emotion, somehow floats beyond chained wheels.
A bared tanned leg pressed against North Queensland's breath
celebrates nature's honey tones, pleasantville's
foray on a chatter box slate background, our
woman in motion caught sailing on the wind.
- O -
© 25th sep 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
cozies up through a stiff south easterly breeze.
Traffic everywhere the place settles the mood
in a distraction of stop go, green red lights.
Movement of metal madness pervades this scene
where people fed cars telescope to and fro.
Outside these flash wheeled tiki-taki boxes
senses flesh up sugar mills on sweetened air.
On a bicycle she flows through this space, her
golden long hair cascades, wind blown, freedom bound.
A full length red dress polka dot white, flared out
in emotion, somehow floats beyond chained wheels.
A bared tanned leg pressed against North Queensland's breath
celebrates nature's honey tones, pleasantville's
foray on a chatter box slate background, our
woman in motion caught sailing on the wind.
- O -
© 25th sep 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
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Lady in red _
Lady in red _
