Poem Category: All

Twilight chill
the owl sees the mouse see
the owl see.

Midnight
in the en-suite mirror
her shadow stays and stays.

Last puppy sold
their birth blankets burning
one by one.

Curtains open
just for these few hours
the moon joins our bed.

Sudden showers
watching my watercolours
run into a Picasso.

Crowded bus
the pink on her face
squeezing her doll’s shyness.

Bull-ant’s nest
a fallen fledgling
no mother comes to.

Attic sun
a paleness comes to the doll
each afternoon.

Dinner table
coming in with the dog
his sad hungry stares.