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Logos smeared in shimmering rouge
On a night-hushed harbour
The soggy blink and burst
Of fluorescent overtime
Cupping the tinkle-donk
Of tilting masts
Wildly pointing at the stars
In giddy accusation -
Skinned pets, parked
Waiting for Sydney’s
Working wealth to wake
Perched on cement
Soothed by the quiet
Moored like these yachts
In obedient patience,
I consider our trembling marriage
The bridge yawns gracefully above
House lights huddle
On a borrowed headland,
Silenced by distance
And the inky black spill
Of still ocean
The water is a kiss or a slap
Against the city’s concrete rim -
I can’t decide.
Like the urban setting very much
the non-domesticana still evokes a carpe noctum.
fantastic work - loved it!!
Congratulations on winning The Sydney Poetry Prize!!!
In the words of The Smiths "I knew her first and I knew her well" lmao
From the poet, with two eye patches on, drinking vin vulgaire,
Bridge yawns, borrowed headland...it's really great, monstrous!! Writing brimming with process: life.
Apologies for being a pig, but on revisitation it is worthy of Prize!
I really love this poem, too. It's very beautiful, very moving.
Congratulations Skye. It's a great poem. I particularly liked 'the tinkle-donk of tilting masts'. It's such a distinctive sound and I never would have thought of putting it into language that way.
Skye this is just beautiful, I can't stop reading it.