Poem Category: All

Jealous quarrel

a bruised apple turned

in the fruit bowl

Train window

the way the single mother

keeps biting her nails

The black swans honk

over their reflections

our drifting canoe

Burnt-out neighbours

yet was their chimney

just whistling wind

Road curb

the old man squints

before his dash

Raspberries

pink with the hailstones

oozing away

First birthday

radio songs

turning his head

Spring begins–

spreading from the magpie

untried wings

Front verandah

following the students past
the old girl‘s wave

The fig tree is

a tethered brumby



the storm gathers