leftover
something scrambles
something rambles
down the drainpipe
we keep the house bolted
until first light
outside the front door
peel sits scattered around
& in the middle
a golden globe of flesh
lies perfectly round
something rambles
down the drainpipe
we keep the house bolted
until first light
outside the front door
peel sits scattered around
& in the middle
a golden globe of flesh
lies perfectly round
This poem is copyright (©) Michael Buckingham Gray 2024
About the Writer
Michael Buckingham Gray
Michael is a poet, writer and creative writing tutor. His children's poems recently appeared in Australian Children's Poetry and Right Way Down and Other Poems (Fremantle Press). Other poems he has written have also appeared in Catchment – Poetry of Place, The Ecological Citizen and Frogpond.
