The night sky
fills with the shrieks
of flying foxes,
street lights
cast strange shadows
and the last ferry
blinks across the harbour,
the tide lap-lapping
the foreshore,
as the city stretches,
then curls in
upon itself.
Vanessa Proctor
Through the Looking Glass
Volume V Issue I, March 2016
Beautiful, rich images. Thanks Vanessa.
Love this poem and the imagery – I am imaging Sydney when I read it. It describes the harbour up so well.