Cricket Poem 3

I fancy Milly
The captain of the girl’s cricket team.
She’s a real catch.
She bowls me over.
She’s got a wicket smile
That creases me up.
I want to ask her out
But I don’t know how to pitch it.
It’s got me stumped.
She knocks me for six.
My love for her knows no boundaries.

Early Start

I left you
In the morning
Sleeping in the gap between
Dreams and waking

The draking place

Freeze Frame

A tree
Bereft of leaves
Caught, frozen in position
Running across a field