Poems

Poem

This is my story.
It is mine alone because I am the one who needs
to tell it.
I am the one who is still here,
no longer stage right but

Poem

The dinosaurs are on the march again.
They have trampled across the terrace overnight,
Leaving green, veined footprints in their wake.
Now they lurk in the undergrowth;

Poem

The willow and the wind
are natural dancing partners;
look how the willow weeps
with the joy of movement,
skillfully rooted to the spot.

Poem

Moon is

silver silver.

 

Moon is

clipped cup

from which to sip

a first drop

of freshly-pressed

moon juice.

 

Moon is

Poem

Here now skyline assembles fire.
The sun collects up to leave.
Its bright following paled,
suddenly all goes. Dusk rushes
in, like door closed on windowless room.

Poem

When it's like this,

 

when mum is driving

and everyone is quiet,

heads toppling with sleep,

and the motorway is a dizzy black

slicked with lights,

 

Poem

There is a place (believe me,

            she said) where if, if

                          you go beyond

the street lights, to the lane's end,

BOOKED
Poem

When Mom says

she's decided to go back to work,

you're not too surprised,

'cause you know

how much she misses

being around horses

since Dad moved

BOOKED
Poem

    Coach says

we must win

our final game

to advance

to the next round

of the tournament

 

We say, No problem.

 

Red Cherry Red
Poem

The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Bessie.
The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas Day.
The hall is worried about the loose banister.

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