Gavin Austin

Journeys

I am too awed to be timid when I see you at the party. There is some unapologetic magic in the flouncy cape you wear that defies the room’s attention.

With your porcelain skin gleaming with stardust, I think it odd, as bad witches are said to be ugly.

The assurance of your broomstick flight outshines my awkward galloping about the livingroom with a stick horse wedged between my skinny legs. Smiling behind the camera, my mother captures our giddy quests.

riding the years
constantly circling       
up and down
the painted ponies
of childhood’s carousel

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About the Author

Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, Australia. He writes short fiction, short plays, and poetry. His work has appeared in many Australian and international publications.

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