The Pink Lake Lady

When we drove over to Pt Lincoln last month to spend time with my parents we went through the small dust marked town of Lochiel, just north of Adelaide. This town has always captured my imagination....I think it is cute.

I have held rather fanciful dreams of living in the old shop/post office - that building holds an allure for me for some reason. Gosh knows what I would actually DO in this town.....sit and contemplate the pink lady and write lots maybe......


Then there is this building....for a long time it was an eating place....it used to look loads better than this!! I was always so impressed with someone having the guts and determination to run this in Lochiel - there used to be lovely eating spots outside. Now its run down BUT I have just discovered its for sale!!!

I think the allure of this place really has something to do with the pink lake......it is so beautiful and mysterious....here is a recent scribble from that trip.

LOCHIEL'S LADY

Can you dance across

the pink lady

as she laces and curls

around the eastern scapes

of a forgotten

roadside town

straggly pines

border her

outline

like worn-out ribbons

in yesterday's hair

yet she is

calm and serene

with not a ripple

on her countenance

this lady of the land

is somehow resplendant

settled in her

unfettered cloak

she the constant marker

on a busy main highway

to somewhere else.

TK xx