Archives: Poem Gallery

high moon
the river gives tongue
to the mouth of the sea

high moon
the light of a white moth
flitting between gardens

high moon
the bubbles of shampoo
in my children’s hair

high moon
on a framework of clouds
tattooing the sea

high moon
the whale’s rise and crashes
in being alone

high moon
the wind on a rope swing
over the river

high moon
fireflies flirting over
our neighbour’s pool

high moon
rock pools emerging
an ebb at a time

high moon
our talk of divorce
taken outside