Tibrogargan’s peak at sunset
is as distant and inaccessible
as a glimpse of nipple
on a crowded beach.
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I remember Tibrogargan from my travels–I think–is it the one that looks a bit like a gorilla head?
Yes, that’s the one. Although Graham gives us a new way of looking at it.
According to Wikipedia, “The name Tibrogargan comes from the Undanbi words chibur [flying squirrel] and kaiyathin [biting].”
Looking at the photo again, I now see it with a bikini top slipping away momentarily …
Although I’ve never seen Tibrogargan…the poem certain provides a unique view of it for me.
Haha – interesting perspective. I was not far from the Glasshouse Mountains on the weekend when visiting Maleny – just love them 🙂
I drove by them earlier this week. Those pine forests have stolen our glimpse. Nice short and sweet one Graham.
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