...just squeaked this one in today. Still frantically scribbling before the readings and between cups of flat white as the audience arrived at the Madras St Cafe. Lovely to meet Greg O'Connell. Congratulations to Joanna Preston who was 'People's Choice' for the open mic with a gorgeous poem.
Here's my offering for NaPoWriMo for today:
I drop the morning as it gets to the good bit. The woman
asking for Julie interrupts before
the poet can reveal
how the space
between blue skin perfectly tensioned
over yellow flesh
and the sour at the stone
is the answer to long distance love.
I hang up the phone
and return to his comfort food
of creamy white words -
and find him as clueless as I.
a bias cut autumn afternoon
comes in sideways with a fluid hand
and a soft drape that
skims my hips.