I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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6 July 2008

Verse Portrait 8. Black Sheep

You were the aunts’ whispers,
the rebel we shouldn’t meet.

One day my brother said,
"I met that cousin. She’s brilliant!

You must meet, you’d love her."
So I did, and you were, and I did.

Actor, dancer, thinker.
Black hair, bangles, throaty laugh.

We adored each other through decades
of marriages, babies, moves interstate.

Then what happened? A sudden
cooling. I still don’t know what I did.

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