Poem Category: Miscellaneous

the storm
lashing at the sands
to the cry of the gulls

jazz music
my ageing hearing
its gentler arts

his snake tattoo
strong armed
by weight lifts

in the rabbit hunt
bloodied drops
from the snow line on

stone well
the windlass raising
a bucket of moon.

job interview
under-arm deodorant
hiding myself

driftwood waves
in the sea and the sky
gulls dipping-diving.

Summer lake
among the fireflies
the stillness of stars.

Garden fog
on the raspberries
faintly red.

Young crow
some road kill
tasting like family.