by Daragh Byrne
Gull packs, perched on surf. Over the headland, a half-moon smirks cold glow on half-clad sun worshippers — five p.m. blue sky perquisite of work from home orders. Salt-skinned, curt with the earth for no fixed fault; for a moment, scuppered in my berth. Nature seems uncertain, or abrupt until a single jacaranda blossom lightly lands on sand, softens all belief, stands sings me slow relief. Daragh Byrne is an Irish poet living in Sydney, Australia. He’s published in The Blue Nib, The Honest Ulsterman, Backstory and others. His poems were recognised as Highly Commended in the Westival Poetry Competition 2020 and the W.B. Yeats Poetry Prize for Australia 2019. He runs the Sydney Poetry Lounge.
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