Malingering
July 2, 2012
That’s what I’ll be doing for the next two weeks. So no poem this week or next.
But I may feature a most poetic tattoo next time. Cheers.
Canberra has improved recently
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PS Cottier
poetry, writing, screed…
PS Cottier 
Wow! I knew sea-level rise was beginning to affect Australia, but I didn’t realise that Canberra had been affected to this extent!
Enjoy your malingering – I won’t let on that the first thing the title of your post made me think of was rugby league.
Official Mal begins tomorrow Tim! But I’m deep in pre-match ritual.
I’ll second Tim: enjoy your malinger! 🙂
If I tell you it involves a ship bigger than some islands, and a house-sitter, will you still speak to me?
Hi Penelope,
Just watch out for icebergs though I can just picture you standing on the stern with the wind in you hair declaiming poems to the seamonsters sunbathing on the rocks and refusing to enter the lifeboat until you’ve finished your pink pelican cocktail with the cherry on top. I won’t speak to you unless you post lots of photos on your next blog! Have fun 🙂
‘Ain’t no icebergs, lady, except for the ice in my cocktail.’ He took a sip. ‘And this ice.’
Spinning around, he shot once, twice, and the body of Carlton slithered over the rail like a drunken eel. He sipped his drink.
‘You were telling me about the planning system in Canberra.’
It took all her will-power not to swoon. But she was tough, in her own, fully female way, and hid her softer feelings behind a flick of her suddenly blonde hair. ‘Form 17A is the tricky one. I find my own way around it.’ She smiled.
The moon said nothing at all to the gently bucking sea.
Are you going to return from your malingering with suddenly blonde hair? I like the last line from the above…
Just returned from warm places, and I’m still dark haired, with purple bits. And with little coral scratches, which are a new fashion item in Canberra. Which was minus seven recently…