Good grief: three poems
Audrey Evelyn
Weeping trees
Shield the house
Aunty’s old shed
From the road
Grey planes
It caught the sun
Inside dust laughed
Drunken chairs
Chicken feed
Driftwood
Alone inside
Space enough
To waltz
Susan Gay
Further north
Frayed blue rope
Swings the park
We might have
Played here in
Black and white
I still think we
Take care, luck
And love, love too
Gabrielle Audrey
Walter Ross
The year they died
Had sides to climb
So wide so old
Widow without tears
On the way up
There stands Cassie
At the till, doom
Hissing, doom
Ashes wait beside
A rail line, red
Brick boxy place
Hair colours, fades
Skinny antiques
Lost and afraid
Line our passage.
See the train
Beside the sinkhole
Run for it. Go on