Brooms Head

by Jak Kirwin 

The spiders stood on stilts
as you and yours
made virtue out of indecision.
Words fled from your mouths
like refugees 
going nowhere.
 
Pine needles pricked my ego
as I tried to make sense
of the unravelling tide ahead.
Somehow a cascade of little lies
seemed homely 
like a shell.
 
We played cricket on the sand
i only dropped crucial catches
you’ve seen my clumsy hands.
I dropped the morning sun while
smoking cigarettes
watching dolphins breach.
 
Now the sun is setting
on girls at blue tables
and boys on silver seats.
Youth in an empty bottle
rings forever
like waves inside a conch.

Jak is a Brisbane based writer and poet interested in the use of nature as a conduit for introspection. Jak is also interested in political ideologies and their influence on social relationships. His poetry has appeared in Glass and Scratch That. His prose has appeared in The Equal Standard. He can be found on Instagram and Twitter @Jakkirwin.