night drive

abigfatcanofworms Uncategorized March 24, 2023March 25, 2023 1 Minute

they drive 
		into the dark 

at a quiet intersection
 puddles slosh and wink

the staggered wash
of coloured lights

she says “why are they soapy?”

“eucalyptus oil”
says Mummy,  pointing

the dark, limp fingers
of an overhanging gum

tyres splash / this lullaby night 

she's sleeping in suds
waiting for the moon
to towel her dry

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Published March 24, 2023March 25, 2023

9 thoughts on “night drive”

johnlmalone says:

March 24, 2023 at 10:08 pm

I’m about to hit the sack; this is a wonderful poem to hit the sack too; word delicious 🙂

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  March 24, 2023 at 10:26 pm
  
  Thanks so much, John. So glad you liked it. I was about to take it down. Having confidence wavers.
  
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  1. johnlmalone says:
    
    March 25, 2023 at 7:42 am
    
    we all have them, Worms; this one’s a beauty 🙂
    
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chrisbkm says:

March 25, 2023 at 12:13 am

This is lovely. Subtly surreal.

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Bob says:

March 25, 2023 at 12:21 am

Wonderful. “tyres splash / this lullaby night” could be its own little poem.

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Misky says:

March 25, 2023 at 1:21 am

I love this sort of poem. It’s like a snap shot.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  March 25, 2023 at 7:06 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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ullehaddock says:

March 25, 2023 at 3:37 am

Love it! Just got back from a 3 hour drive in heavy rain, thank you for making me see the poetry in it.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  March 25, 2023 at 7:04 am
  
  thanks, Ulle. Glad it rang true!
  
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