Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Grandfather clock
chimes tingling
the tot’s covered ears.

Washing-suds
cling to her elbow
our talk of divorce.

Winter mists
crossing the lake
with silent oars.

Country town
inspecting it
the rise and rise of the circus.

Moon-edged clouds
across the pond
the glitter of fireflies.

Lime-stone caves
letting my phone film
a million years.

A patch of moon
another wrestle of toms
in our garden bed.

Latin dance class
the impossible stir of hips
for the next tango.

Solitary
grey moths circling
the wet streetlights.

Clouds rush
sunspots caught out
in the garden.