Poem Category: All

Homing pigeons
the eagle’s shape
out of the blue.

Sunday afternoon
puppies everywhere
after leaving the nipples.

Gold chalice
frosted
the port-wine breath of the priest.

The way the frog’s slither
is slimy
from the boy’s hands.

Finally
the camp fire colouring
the stone circle.

Midday fog … coming out
the picket fences
dry to grey.

Boy’s first telescope
the pockmarked face
of the moon.

A bag of cow dung …
strawberries
on the child’s plate.

Window breeze
the scales of the lace
coming to rest.

Becoming full
the summer weighs
the tree with mangoes.