Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Bush walk
my torch no longer
over father’s back.

The mountain stream
carrying it to the sea
grain by grain.

Drought’s end
thunder
tickling at the frog’s throat.

Her birthday puppy
counting its black spots
in licks and giggles.

Bed of sunflowers
absorbing bags
of blood and bone.

My crime novel
geese cries returning
in the death throes of night.

The Cathedral
woken
with a thunder clap.

Ice-cream parlour
a passing school girl’s
sudden pirouette.

Burnt-out neighbours
yet was their chimney
just whistling wind.

Incoming tide
sky blue seeps
into horse-shoe bay.