Poem Category: All

surgeon’s visit
I catch his eye’s meaning
at Mum’s bed side

up the dirt track
nothing past the scent
of a hot eucalypt breeze

when crows
begin crimes
pecking the eyes from lambs

I imagine writing
at this midnight lonesome desk
colours each haiku

a fire-side novel
the stabbing murder
released with the wind

God knows yet
a sheep trapped
crows will eat its eyes out

peach and cream pie
grandma
across the table

grandfather’s clock
chiming at
our fingers in ears

no beach signs
moon swimming
in the nude