Poetry

Five Short Poems

Jennifer Compton

A dog shaking herself? No.

The French window shudders open.

 

 

 

 

Shoes all around the house

upstairs and downstairs

too many doors.

 

 

 

 

This is where I sat

that is the radio I listened to

as the fires took hold.

 

 

 

Laughing like a fool

after the bushfires

the earthquake.

 

 

 

 

The legless girl at Flinders Street

stands up supported by two men

her legs akimbo like a newborn foal.