Poem Category: Miscellaneous

School holidays

spitting on her daughter

to wipe the rouge away.

After the hail

she hands me ravished peaches

with the bruises cut out.

Limp sails

after the fog lifts

the curves of porpoise.

Just junk mail…

knocking frost beads

from the tight wire fence.

Breathless summer night

just this heat in curved pillows

between us.

Pet shop

for a while an old girl

with her Christmas list.

Herb garden

the wife hosing Basil

fills my head with scent.

Travelling salesman

the scent of unclean rooms

too far from home.

Bull-ant‘s nest…

a fallen fledgling

no mother comes to.

Diaries found

each hope so neatly written

in our grandmother‘s hand.