Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Grandfather clock

chimes tingling

the tot‘s covered ears

The funeral wreath

mixing with the others

before we grieve

Grandmother‘s wake

her faded gold band

loose on my finger

Damp with cold

our noses touching

another new year

Polishing an opal

its light from a thousand eyes

pressed by violent earth

A quiet read

warmer when the log splinters

near night‘s end

Neighbour‘s mantelpiece

amazed by the youth

in their photographs

Screen door

his bark at the letters

falling inside

Putting the dog out…

stopped by her howl

into the stars

Hallway wind

a sudden slap

from father‘s portrait