Poem Category: Australian

Sequin dress
the entire dance floor
to herself.

Sunset
following the geese
on an ancient journey.

Still alive
on the bull ant nest
the scorpion’s sting.

Lime-stone caves
chilled by the drips
from an ancient river.

Beyond the camp-fire
stars pricking
the dark.

Wedge-tail eagle
following the last hour
of sunset.

Every Wednesday
the priest brushing
the nun’s confession.

Garden helper
all the pain of the bruise
kissed away by mum.

First dew …
not far from home
picking field mushrooms.

Fallen figs
the cat the mouse sees
has crossed the lawn.