Miscellaneous poems

Lines for a Little Old Lady

Your hat was a banquet:
an explosion
of fronds, plumes and flowers,
neatly trapped in a net.

Tensely furred
in your dilapidated fox,
you twitched beneath
the agitated foliage.

Every time you relaxed
your teeth burst
from their hiding place
like ripe fruit.

Life was a tight-lipped

First published in Workshop New Poetry.