Poem Category: All

Rain forest

a bell-bird’s singing

comes out of the fog.

In the nursing home

my mother’s face

as I remind her.

Ripe cornfield

discovering at the centre

a scarecrow’s clothes.

Train doors spring open

the butterfly’s flutter in

finds me.

Video taped

cornered inside our space

the comet’s tail.

Every Wednesday

the priest brushing

the nun’s confession.

Reading my novel

neighbours move out…

next door moves in.

Pet song on the radio …

too rushed

making their school lunches.

Winter’s about

following me around

with white breaths.

At midnight

shrieking bats shrieking

from the cave’s stone mouth.