Here’s a poem of mine which featured in The South Townsville micro poetry journal in February. Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke, the editor of the online journal, also asked me a few questions about the poem, which you can read here.
A thundercloud made solid
and fallen to earth.
A wizarded beast.
It hunches in stone,
leaning for the migration south.
They huddle behind curtainous trees,
a threatening presence.
Heads swivel as the train turns,
always keeping them in view.
Always just in view.
If we took our eyes off, they would move
and in a flash, be upon us.