Some poems from The White Room Poems

NARCISSUS IN NEWTOWN AT YOUNGBERRY TIME

In the casuarina-soft sky
– your face.

I am your mirror words
– left waiting wondering
pinioned on the banks
and staring back

– not the poem you wanted to write
yelling out
with its yellow cries
its purple walls
its tissue paper
globes
lost planet halves
balanced in the netted air
in the planet wheel garden.

Clematis coils spurl seaward glances
at the empty panes.

Don’t touch, eel bird, child.