Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Diaries found
each hope so neatly written
in our grandmother’s hand.

Travelling salesman
the scent of unclean rooms
too far from home.

Chasing joggers
just barbed wire
in the guard dog’s eyes.

Pet shop
for a while an old girl
with her Christmas list.

Just junk mail
knocking frost beads
from the tight wire fence.

Limp sails
after the fog lifts
the curves of porpoise.

After the hail
she hands me ravished peaches
with the bruises cut out.

A full moon tide
lapping at the jellyfish
pushes them higher.

Crowded bus
the tot showing the inspector
her rag-doll’s ticket.

Card night
your laughs move our peanut shells
across the plastic table.