Poem Category: All

Autumn evening
ironing father’s only suit
I try on his warm coat.

Tugging more sea
at the end of its chain
the pleasure yacht.

Sunday afternoon
the purr of her kitten
in the dancing girl’s arms.

Vase of flowers
creeping to the sun
on the table cloth.

Quiet studio
as it becomes a portrait
around his sketches of you.

Neighbour’s mantelpiece
amazed by the youth
in their photographs.

So gentle
the faint sea echoes
of the conch-shell’s ear.

Sunday lay-in
lashings of a storm
on the French doors.

In twilight
he taking
her breath in.

Sail board race
how the colours reflect
the afternoon’s spring.