Archives: Poem Gallery

high moon
falling through our windscreen
onto the next town

high moon
just under the sea
in a sway of kelp

high moon
where the river turns
the dingoes howling

high moon
a splash of the Koi
where a nestling fell

high moon
the mouse un-shadowed
where the ripe fig fell

high moon
the whimper of a nightmare
in the child’s turn

high moon
in the frail light
a sick friend’s garden

high moon
just tumble-weeds passing
the barbed-wire fence

high moon
in returning journeys
the cries of geese

high moon
a moth flutters
between our faces