Your favourite flower falls
on my shoulder. I smell frangipani
before I see it – up my nose it sticks to my open
throat and catches me happy and steady.
I give it to you later and am reminded
how it feels to bloom, ripen, and fall
on your shoulder
everyday.
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Maddi Clarke
I am an emerging Queensland-based writer and explore connection and the human experience in all my works. I am passionate about writing fantastical narratives and building secondary words that reflect and critique elements of our own.
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Sweet poem. I love frangipani flowers and their fragrance 💖.