Poem Category: All

Between breaths
it came swooping from rain clouds
a wedge-tail eagle.

School holidays …
on their hop-scotch chalk
a stray curled dog.

Creeping under tin roofs
rust
of the sea fogs.

Too frail to sit on …
still holding its shape
the rotten sugar-gum.

In moonlight
the measure by a pebble
down the stone well.

For hours now
the abattoir has no sound…
a crescent moon.

Lover’s lane
windscreens fogging
their silence.

Straw sun-hat
shapes of your digging
in the herb garden.

Its nerves
trapping the pheasant
in my rifle sights.

Wet weekend
the mists in the shade
of our town hall steeple.