Poems by Inchiki


Shipley Valley Afternoon

In the silly still air;
bird sounds from a
speck of dust suspended
in the stone library

almighty leaves alone
against sky, a
parapet of dire falls
isolate the cry

frosty air tends the ear
and clasps neck, a
horse thuds on turf, a plane
pricks the evening gown

banjo frogs lament an
empty wineglass
I am tied Tom fool and
grown senseless to it all

the bird is still barking
cooler, cooler the blue
it's a cockatoo

Rhymes for a Mood  2007