Inspired by Carol Ruff’s ‘Love in cLOVElly’:
Sonnet 8: What’s in a suburb name?
Clovelly has love, Chippendale’s hip.
In Normanhurst you’ll find a man.
A gal in Wingala can’t give you the slip.
Botany’s always good for a tan
on Erskineville skin. In Killara get ill
and then get iller on Miller’s Point hill.
Oh, rest in Forest Lodge, my friend.
In Asquith quit when near the end.
We each hold a suburb dear to the heart –
perhaps it’s for Kensington you want to sing,
feel awe in Dawe’s Point or wear Kuringgai’s ring,
you’re marked by Haymarket or hard for Leichhardt.
Wherever I am on air, sea or land,
I’m connected by Ann&ale’s ampersand.