Poems

Poem

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred childrenĀ 
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them

Poem

The biggest berries are in the centre
of a tunnel of thorny bushes.
A shark gaping wide,
promising not to nip.

Let in the Stars
Poem

We turn our faces up and jiggle thirty toes,
Morse-coding longing with our restless beat.
When will it come?
Shepherds on the first Nativity, we scan the skies
and huddle,