Poem Category: Miscellaneous

In baby
the joy of a sigh
suckling my breast.

A favourite song
still playing
with the radio, off.

Raspberries
pink with the hailstones
oozing away.

Damn binoculars
the race horse losing
in both lenses.

Girls picking tea
their rustling saris
silky as their songs.

A warm barn
out of the sudden storm
onto her straw breasts.

New year
finding rust gathered
in the widower’s car.

Midnight
in the en-suite mirror
her shadow stays and stays.

Southern Aurora
the ship’s cat
stepping more lightly.

Diaries found
each hope so neatly written
in our grandmother’s hand.