Sally Plumb Plumb Poems

Iris,
you're so tall
and slim
with your golden
...

I'm livin' on my own now.

Thus - I gobble like a gannet
and dribble like a drunk,
the art of table manners
...

How cautious is the wind
when it carries
outspoken sounds
across the vast plains
...

It is January
and the moon cracks
with frost.
I light a candle
...

Whatever I have
done...
was right...
because it has
...

Sleep, sleep
in divine sleep, dream
where the wishing moon drifts
and clothes the clouds with silver.
...

The great, green gob
was opened wide
and a wriggling worm
was fed inside.
...

Who stole my sense of humour?
The vandal Fate?
I pick it up
in little bits,
...

I come to you
in anger, God
Why when constant
cries for help
...

I've forgotten
how to dream.
Seems the future
holds another shade
...