Poem Category: Windjammers

grandma’s lunch
children around old lace
in the light of the sun.

An albatross lands
at once the windjammer
fills her sails.

A swoop of gulls …
the windjammer’s sails
lifting all of us.

Windjammer
brushing the stars
to the moon.

Windjammer limp
only an albatross
circles and circles.

Kitchen table
the moon falling off
to brown lino.

the cat’s whiskers
the purrs of a dance
in the school girl’s arms.

Windjammer open
after a bit of pushing
school children line the wharf.

Limp, rain, soaked
windjammer, moored
to the old wood wharf.