Pausing above the breakwater
on the edge of St. Kilda Pier
capture a father and daughter
tangled in photography gear.
Her pink scarf dances in the breeze
as her world falls behind the trees.
In the shadows with bells and chimes
she stops being guarded by time.
Enchanted by the soft whistles
emerging from the creaking boats.
Posts, etched in sailors initials
tells the stories of life afloat.
Raptures of little blue penguins
Modeling for their human friends
nestle themselves in the deep rocks
quiet and safe along the docks.
Charlie Ann Alford 
Oh, I did enjoy this. St Kilda Pier is a place of special memories for me; site of my first hissy fit with the man who became my much loved husband. We returned often over the years. Your insightful poem highlights for me how my perception of beauty has changed over the years from 16 to 63.
Thank you for a delightful poem, and a meander down memory ‘Pier’. 🙂
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Thank you for visiting and your comments. I am glad you enjoyed it. I am sure the pier has witnessed many moments like yours over its long history. I have only been there three times in my tenure in Melbourne and iv always had a different experience of it. 🙂
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