Poem Category: Australian

Wedge-tail eagle
fleeing from the sunset
red with fire.

Tall old woman
gloves on in the hallway
with nowhere to go.

From the earth’s bowels
the smell of a drought
digesting the rain.

Its nerves
trapping the pheasant
in my rifle sights.

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

Cool forest
the ghost Gums reaching
their tall light to me.

Scattering leaves
moonlight bounces
in the orange tree.

Late home
only bedroom moonlight
on her form.

Thwack !!
the way thunder feels
in our old tin shed.

Dry lightning
in the white-gum’s litter
leaves smoke.