Bronte Beach

Bronte Beach

Starlight scuttles on the surface
of the Brontë blue which greets my
Sunday morning. Chatter hums and
is echoed by the static of
the waves, my coffee accented
with its salt spray as a poodle-mix
weaves through legs, tripping owners
to reach croissant crumbs on the chin
of a little boy hanging on to
a handrail, his cheeks puffed out in
impatience and flushed from the sun.

Sand civilisations perish
under heavy feet and spread on
seaweed blankets for rockpool picnics.
Car horns cram with seagull cries
and crabs dig homes in the grout of tide walls.
Life made manifest in concrete.

Notes

Notes

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation. 
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.
Bronte Beach [2025] is both an ekphrastic and a prose poem. It was inspire by a painting by Duncan Staples [2014] and was then extended when I visited the beach with a friend who was living in Sydney at the time. While I prefer to travel outside of the city to visit the beach, Bronte is probably one of my favourites out of Sydney's many options. 
ekphrastic 

Sources: 

Duncan Staples Art
prose

Below are some notes about this piece, including the thoughts and external inspirations that occurred during its creation.
Bear in mind, this is simply what I was thinking of when I wrote these poems and what they mean to me. If you interpreted them differently, that does not diminish how you felt as the reader nor the correctness/incorrectness of what you were thinking. Poetry is subjective, and so is being alive.