Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Yarra Days - Poem by Alison Cassidy

Tip-toeing gingerly
over slippery rapids,
I remember the feel
of the slime
on the rocks
and the oily black surface
that was always alive.

Standing on the bank
summoning up the nerve
to jump,
(Mum - are you still watching?)
I remember the fear
of snags
and a deep
bottomless bottom.

Standing on the bridge
watching Mrs. Couch
float like a whale,
I remember the myriad lives
she saved each year.
And the one
she didn't.
(they wouldn't let me look)

Lying languidly
on a damp towel,
I remember the intensity
of pre-pubescent lust
and the lean summer boys
who smoked cigarettes
and weren't very keen on kissing.


Comments about Yarra Days by Alison Cassidy

  • Beth L Adams (1/13/2008 8:24:00 PM)

    Amazing images in this one, Allie! You painted a perfect picture. As you described it, I got flashbacks of the opening scene of 'Grease' - those carefree summer days on the beach giggling with friends about the cute boys nearby. At this time of year, such a scene makes all of us swoon. Bravo! Have a wonderful evening! Beth (Report)Reply

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  • Rommel Filoteo (1/11/2008 1:14:00 AM)

    The sensation that you get in your Yarra days is overwhelming. Every time that you remember those days and as time goes by; your feelings will certain grow dramatically by those memoir. God bless you always!

    Mahal kita,
    Rommel
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  • Francis Duggan (1/8/2008 3:35:00 PM)

    Another beauty this one Allie full of memories of your younger years just great work (Report)Reply

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  • Duncan Wyllie (1/1/2008 8:41:00 AM)

    You capture a moment so easily Alison, you remind me of why I read poetry at all...

    Love duncan X
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  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (12/30/2007 6:21:00 AM)

    You are the mistress of bringing things alive to us. t x (Report)Reply

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  • David Harris (12/30/2007 3:48:00 AM)

    Allie, you have the most magnificent way of conjuring up images from your memories and putting them down as beautiful poems. Each little gem tells a host of stories and gives a great insight into what a wonderful person you are. Top marks and thanks for sharing some more glimpses of your past.
    David
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  • Roger Cornish (12/30/2007 3:43:00 AM)

    'Not so Lean..... but keener on Kissing!
    Rogerx.
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  • Raveendran . (12/30/2007 3:17:00 AM)

    Excellent write; isn't this yarra an archetypal image of transition while being that of of birth and death? (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2008


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