A Cadralore At the recycling centre 3 cats with a 3-box kennel and this woman - grubby nylon and a whispering smile. She says “I’m looking for something” and the cats ooze, tails like worms. Near the gate, a Toyota Seca and a sleeping bag greet the feebling sun I would spend all my days … Continue reading Struck
Category: Personal Reflection
#dVerse Octelle
Mt Ainslie Saturday Morning Mouldy mountain, clear sky above A cloud’s embrace, the wettest love Duck the hug and miss the scene droplet’s wink and boastful green Timid trunks swim through grey but treetops brush the damp away Mouldy mountain, clear sky above A cloud’s embrace, the wettest love Written for Grace's dVerse Poetics prompt … Continue reading #dVerse Octelle
I still love that album
He’s there again skinny with dreads and a bean pod tattoo and I order my usual toasted bagel with butter and vegemite and the music thrums and I ask him what it is “St Germain, Tourist” he says and shows me a CD cover orange with a train and his cheeks dip in like life … Continue reading I still love that album
#dVerse Quadrille
The Scratch a face // the colour of porridge gone cold we’re all spun // wool in a ball ‘til the inner cat comes silent pounce draws blood unravelling tide and dreams: red plastic envelopes // hanging on the line type O+ is harder to find written for whimsygizmo's dVerse quadrille "type"
Twiglet #290
Tourist Without a Dictionary Beneath every mountain is a map flung but unsung by ravensong or the witchcraft of breeze-saying. When we walk, breath coarse as ice flow from this snow-crusted air, I stop on thigh-sore’s pitch and turn to the view. There it is, the sprawl of our city, roof-tumble and tree toss and … Continue reading Twiglet #290
Four Inch Day
The girl with polka dotted wellies is shin deep in garden cavorting in a pine bark sea because under the tip, flip, drizzling it’s a four inch day. My plastic tablecloth billows and the carpark's running downhill - gravel rush and mud skin... and there’s the bob-gloss of umbrellas and a three foot leap with … Continue reading Four Inch Day
Warp & Weft
Feeling stupid after an email conversation, I go out to exercise the dog. The oval lies over-sheened with western sun. Light billows like a sheet, particulate and all-pervasive until I shade my eyes. The dog scoots, mostly ignoring the ball which I throw for my own exercise, walking on and to pick it up and … Continue reading Warp & Weft
Slaves of Citrus
You caught me stealing at dusk limes from our neighbour’s tree; they were yellow and cold. but you with your lilac smile you dangled, fishing-line easy pilfering light from a company of unrisen stars. I ducked inside cheeks pink as the froth of clouds but you smarmied on, shameless as Fagan It's little consolation knowing … Continue reading Slaves of Citrus
# Twiglet 289
Just Visiting I don't know where you sleep These days // memory is a translucent shell Balanced on rock teeth // it’s a window ledge I know, And yet I’m here... dwarfed by latticed shadows, Scoured wood grain and tight glass And under the soughing of tired feet I hear your voice and see the … Continue reading # Twiglet 289
Quadrille #156 “Wrap”
Truckie's Idyll Wrap me in kitsch this adumbral night; purple me with stars and a step-through moon. Set me to rolling milestone swift, swath-bottomed and cone-eyed, trundling beneath branches that crowd like puzzle pieces, roadside grasses breathe me in and out - feathered lungs fanfaring dreams Written for dVerse - Mish's Quadrille prompt "wrap"