Come October. The bright flush
streaks nature strips. Vivid blobs
dot neighbourhoods. Dazzling blooms
take me back thirty years to you,
harnessed in your pusher, face upturned,
eyes focussed on streets of flitting trees,
branches buzzing, oozing pollen, dripping
clusters of red, bright as blood.
Grabbing at a branch, you held
the filaments of colour so gently
it might have been a small creature.
Stamens stroked your palm, brushed
your cheek. A red bottlebrush
calling us to witness – a callistemon
and a child demonstrating the value
of show don’t tell.
EA Gleeson is currently working on two projects: a poetry collection based on the experience of Estonian people during WWII and a memoir of her sister. She has published three collections of poetry with Interactive Press and presented her work in Ireland, Estonia, the USA and most states of Australia. www.eagleeson.com.au