Melbourne by Karen MichelleThis is the city I dream of,
in the hours before dawn;
The sights and sounds of other worlds.
I hear the whirr of trams
and the crack and spark
of electricity through cables;
The smell of lightning
and the air thick with
opportunity and promise of rain.
But this is the city of
seasons, not a lifetime -
and she answers to
no other name but
Escape.
12/09/2003 Posted on 12/08/2003 Copyright © 2025 Karen Michelle
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Philippa Jane on 12/09/03 at 04:49 AM The last stanza is perfection. Absolute perfection. |
Posted by Agnes Eva on 12/09/03 at 07:46 PM mmm, I've never been, but this intrigues me more to go! cities with trams are always interesting to escape to |
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