Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Hot sultry morning
the naked peach tree
pregnant with buds.

The Sunday carved roast
from father’s bedroom
his shuffling slippers.

Iced drinks
the clothes-line billows
of her little black dress.

Old jailhouse walls
a rose-vine goes over
with the dawn.

Harbour winds
the tugging of the yachts
for a midnight prowl.

The spider must wait
carrying her eggs
the fly escapes.

Moon clouds
moving with the rustle
of the harvest corn.

We climb again
the waterfall sounds
becoming lost.

Feet up
the slow turn of the lime slice
in her rose tea-cup.

Drawing the dank
from our holiday house
opened windows.