Off The Cuff

poetry

can be quite elusive

like unicorns turning up in the backyard

on long hot summer afternoons

eating all the unripe bananas

before burping and flying away

 

there wasn’t even time for a photo!

 

 

 

Copyright February 2017

 

 

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Heat Stained Town

I close my eyes

listen to the chug

of a neighbour’s air con

lucky people sleeping in the cool

the fan merely moves the heat

a cool facade of drying sweat

even the water isn’t cold

the hot tap remains unused

and it pays to stick your head in the fridge

 

we are all overdue for the rains

there’s a madness sets in as the garden dies

as the crepe myrtle flowers for the second time

and the agapanthus gives up the ghost

and the people in air conditioned cars all drive like maniacs

whilst I drive slowly with the windows down

and hum along to the sounds of a heat stained town

Copyright February 2017

As The Crow Flies East

as the crow flies east

Photo: As the crow flies east   by Daniella

 

My mind

Drifts on summer currents

Following the crow

As he flies east

Away from the desert heat

Towards the ocean

 

The crow soars

A tidal surge of black

Against the lowering

Grey filled sky

 

A raucous caw

As he escapes

The wandering eye

A flash

Invasion of his morn

Camera drawn

 

Copyright January 2014