Terrigal Postcard #5

My wife has fallen asleep
baring her shoulders to the moon.

I sneak a hand under her hair to fish for dreams.


Filed under poetry

6 responses to “Terrigal Postcard #5

  1. Lovely words Graham. Not enough poems are written about our wives. Also like the form of these ‘postcards.’

  2. Lovely work, the last line made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

  3. Graham, another amazing poem – so few words, so much said. The best poetry. That snail comparison, and the ‘fish for dreams’!

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