Glimps

This is a poem about yesterday. A dashing-about-being-useful sort of day. Never quite seeing anything properly....

Has it started yet? No, not yet.

GLIMPS

Has it started now? Yes. That was the title. It's called GLIMPS

Weird title!

It's supposed to be about glimpses, so I called it GLIMPS.

Ah! Clever.

Right then, this is it...

GLIMPS.

Part one - The Sea

At the end of Wattle Street
Between tall yellow houses
A glimpse of the sea
One inch wide.
White sea horses
Rolling north
On bluegreen rollers.

Part two - The Eye

How does it look, my eye?
Alright, your eye,
But there is blood
On your face.

Part three - The Knife

Behind a screen door
At the end of a path
Through a garden
My daughter,
In need of a knife.

Part four - The Rainbow

On Greenhill Road
A man with a camera
Trying to capture
A rainbow
In a white sky.