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St. Kilda Pier


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.



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

2 thoughts on “St. Kilda Pier

  1. 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’. πŸ™‚

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  2. 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. πŸ™‚


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