I Lay Beside You

I lay beside you on
a thousand beaches
in my mind,
our eyes brightly blind
to the future, and
the waves that would
go past in our years
full of salty tears.


Julian O’Dea


Berries, Canberra, Australian Capital Territory


Bright Berries

The autumn leaves tremble
like an old man’s hands,
browned and veined.
For now the crop lies on the ground,
hostage to earth and time,
and the colours of yellow and red
have dripped out of the tree
as bright berries.

Julian O’Dea

The Queen of Swing

Nadege Du Bospertus in the red swings her hips but Yasmeen Ghauri in the yellow was the “Queen of Swing”:


Here is Yasmeen Ghauri again:



wet autumn light
soaks the pewter lane
which bridges a moment
of time flowing between
two main streets as a leaf
falls like the stroke
of a clock


Julian O’Dea 

Lane in Canberra, Australia, in autumn


in her upturned collar

in her upturned collar
she points out the sepals
at the base of the flower

Julian O’Dea