The Bat

It’s quiet tonight. The bat who eats the berries must’ve eaten them all last night. Now no seeds fall and no wings flap and no sounds of a bat seeking sustenance fly into my room.

It’s lonely tonight without the bat.

Upside down my view

Stars falling through my window

Hungry bat and me


Copyright September 2019

Open Your Eyes




Once a lonely princess wandered through a tranquil garden in the rain. Raindrops beat upon her brow washing fairy dust from her eyes. For the first time in her life she saw the colours in the light, deepest greens and vivid reds and the brightest of whites. Red roses and white daisies, pink azaleas and yellow grevilleas and over in one corner an orange hibiscus smiling as it danced in the rain.

lonely no longer

kaleidoscope of colours

now open your eyes

Copyright October 2016


One Tiny Sprout


Advent Poems Day Six

Once upon a future time in a land where growth is outlawed, a plastic 3D-printed Robot/Human, by the name of Sallee, discovers a lone weed growing in a gap of broken concrete.  Sallee is delighted by this find. All Robot/Humans are well versed in the messy birth/growth/death state of this land in the past, though like all Robot/Humans, Sallee has not previously believed the tales.

One lone dandelion

Push pulled life out of banned dirt

Changes history

Puzzled and intrigued, Sallee visits the dandelion every day, watches as it grows, flowers and seeds. This whole unfamiliar process sends Sallee’s replicated mind into a frenzy of thought. Deep inside a disused memory chip, a small human blows a puff of air.

Scattered dandelions

Seeds venture to sail the winds

Spreading life’s promise

Sallee bends down, picks the seeded dandelion, and blows. Sallee watches as the individual seeds float on wind currents. Some seem to float forever, whilst others drift down and settle on concrete and tarmac. Sallee wonders how many cracks in the world there are, ponders the probability of one seed finding one fertile crack.

Seeds drift on currents

Sprout in the smallest of cracks

Ideas flourish



Copyright December 2013



Once upon a cloudy Wednesday morn, a woman opens up her garage door. A small lizard slips inside, settles under the car.


Poke round wooden pole

Cautiously under the car

Panicky lizard


Panicky lizard

Slithers quickly under tyre

Driver’s dilemma


Not wanting to squish the lizard she applies logic to the situation, filling a can with water.


Sudden rain deluge

Lizard hangs on for dear life

Garage floor all wet


Garage floor all wet

Arm yourself with leaf blower

Blast the lizard out


Only, it withstands the cyclonic forces. Begrudgingly giving up, the woman slowly backs out the car, refusing to look for a small skink body. Until…


Tiny lizard waits

For the storms and car to pass

Safe and sound alive


Safe and sound alive

Carefully carried outside

Driver’s happy heart


Copyright April 2013