How interesting

that within a single sentence, lies

the power to transport one’s mind to

anywhere.

 

One could be taken to a little cottage;

where the table is covered in a red and white

tablecloth, the kettle is on

the cream window frame frames a mountain,

a friend

the white ceiling fan fans the air around

the little room

music plays softly.

 

Or, one could be taken to some grass

where stars shine high above

There are no clouds

No song fits this place, this space where

thoughts roam

 

I want to be taken to

the place where in a day, or two,

there will, for me, be nothing

but memory

 

A memory where clouds are scarce

where picturesque views are never ending

a cliche, perhaps, is now the

Great Barrier Reef

 

but to appear unique and fresh

I will attempt to provide only words

that make up imagery, only feelings

that are forced to be felt

by the ever moving tide, by the ever moving,

ever changing, mind, that is myself

 

And so, we begin, the meditation that is

Heron Island that I have only just begun to understand.

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Noa Abrahams
Noa Abrahams
Noa Abrahams is a Year 11 student at The King David School. Noa began her writing at Express Media, writing regularly for the Signal Express. She currently edits her school's student magazine The Crown, which she initiated in 2016. Noa's short story 'Camp Letters: Patrios Lundusism' was selected for publication in 'My First Lesson', an anthology of writing from young authors edited by Alice Pung, which can be found in all good bookstores. Noa's piece 'Embracing Scoliosis' was recently shortlisted for the John Marsden and Hachette Australia Prize, and can be read on JWOW now!

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