Poem Category: All

Beware jelly-fish
we know you quietly hunt us
with clear poisoned barbs.

Sepia photographs
each boy’s war comes
with a different pose.

Magazines down
on our crunching stone path
late guests.

So ! she was at home
reading love poems that rhyme
out in the garden.

Winter morning
finding their school socks
before the porridge boils.

Christmas dinner
the lime ice-cream finding
grandfather’s new shirt.

Midnight turns
a cricket in the walls
of wake and sleep.

Nearly midnight
the brief case stealing
the bus driver’s eyes.

Puppet
sitting up in his trunk
where the show-girls are.