Into the Glasshouse

Tibrogargan’s peak at sunset
is as distant and inaccessible
as a glimpse of nipple
on a crowded beach.



Filed under poetry

6 responses to “Into the Glasshouse

  1. Ashley

    I remember Tibrogargan from my travels–I think–is it the one that looks a bit like a gorilla head?

  2. Although I’ve never seen Tibrogargan…the poem certain provides a unique view of it for me.

  3. Haha – interesting perspective. I was not far from the Glasshouse Mountains on the weekend when visiting Maleny – just love them πŸ™‚

  4. I drove by them earlier this week. Those pine forests have stolen our glimpse. Nice short and sweet one Graham.

    – Andrew

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