The beach can be a lonely place For hermit crabs, sole fish and shell. The horizon is an endless desert For monsters Who beach up and stare... But when I look up, All I see on the horizon Is a HUGE, GYNORMOUS, ENDLESS stretch of MUM!
Looking up
Pale Glider
A pale feathered ghost ~ Glides on the misty water ~ Dreaming of the dawn.
Robin
A Trickling stream thaws the silent dawn while bright eyes wink awake from the water watching for a twinkling little robin, red as the ripened berries at Christmas.
Mum’s Shadow
When I march hurriedly, I do it in mum’s shadow! When I play clumsily I do it in mum’s shadow! And when the heat From marching and playing Make me drink noisily, I do it in mum’s shadow!
How to paint a wild dog
Wait for the smoke of a bush fire To char the tough fur black and dry And let drip a lean, beating tongue, Then paint its delicate ankles With bandages to sooth the burns. At this sorry sight, most would cry, So give its tail a cotton tip And stand its ears up like... Continue Reading →
Night Drive
Daytime shuts its eye, Leaving black velvet To drape the thinning light. Bold as a dream, A flashlight tears the canvas, Revealing a dazzling prince, Golden, awake.
the tree’s secret
Seen a shy giant? ~ Said the shadow in the sand. ~ Beats me said the tree.
Leftovers
Up there In the dressed branches, A Leopardess wears the blood of a beast, Like a floozy wears her rouge In a classy, drunken state. She tires. Like a Queen after a Christmas feast, Her chair creaks, And her belt goes slack, Sighing to muster the effort, To fit in a night cap. Hungry as... Continue Reading →
All but 1
Latching little hooks On a disused picture antenna The fledglings broadcast in chattering yips, squawks, squabbles and whistles That sometimes dip. Like they know that 1 is missing.
