Poem Category: Miscellaneous

Cornfield
the scarecrow with the wind
in his long red coat.

Await my atoms
to be buried whole at sea
with waves to become.

The black swans honk
over their reflections
our drifting canoe.

Fast but
tarantula just missing
the monarch’s escape.

Ending my apology
the fountain pen blobs
her photo facing me.

Shopping with mum
one last tiny sulk
outside the pet-shop window.

Puppet
sitting up in his trunk
where the show-girls are.

Chasing joggers
just barbed wire
in the guard dog’s eyes.

Entering dusk
a nun slips into
the priest’s confession.

Herb garden
the wife hosing Basil
fills my head with scent.