Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Shed clean up
the blind litter of a stray
we thought was a tom.

Beyond the mower’s edge
leaning back
the daffodils.

Dance auditions
the winter window
polishing their shoes.

Puppet
sitting up in his trunk
where the show-girls are.

Shopping with mum
one last tiny sulk
outside the pet-shop window.

Ending my apology
the fountain pen blobs
her photo facing me.

Fast but
tarantula just missing
the monarch’s escape.

The black swans honk
over their reflections
our drifting canoe.

Await my atoms
to be buried whole at sea
with waves to become.

Second hand book
a pencilled name
faint among the poems.