Zenobia Frost is a Brisbane-based writer and critic with a PhD in burning the candle at both ends. Zen serves as Cordite’s assistant editor as well as a poetry editor with Voiceworks. Her forthcoming manuscript was recently shortlisted in the Thomas Shapcott Prize. You can find Zen on Twitter @zenfrost and blogging at http://www.zenobiafrost.wordpress.com/.
The night’s swelter
cut with lemon myrtle,
between ibis-legged houses
and wakeful graveyard.
Possums troupe feats – wire
to teeming wire, with tails
inking the sky.
So many ladders to widows’ walks
and gated views of the city,
glinting under fog:
stone suburbs to woodcut oubliettes.
At night these dark hills
are waves to carry us. We belong
to the hour of the curlew –
to the blues of its determined song.Synopsis
Insomnia is a great way to get exercise in Queensland’s cooler hours. I wrote this poem in paean to the murky-moonlit split streets, hills and goat tracks of Toowong, Auchenflower and Bardon.