Suzanne Louise Bishop Poems

You always had an overlooked approach,
Your ships armada of billowing cloud sails,
Into my crisp yellow nights, stealing colours,
So we wake to find the trees standing naked,
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This is my tree, my tree, my tree,
My one lone tree, pear tree,
It grows, overflows, it grows it’s fruit,
Alone, only for me.
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When you are gone, which is most of the time,
I buy a pack of jelly babies and give each one your name,
Each and all the same, an army of you.
Their soft insides yield to my hot touch, melt like you used to,
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If you don’t hear from me assume I am gone
I’ve taken the city because I’ve lived here too long
I’m walking down Main Street in the wetness of night
Because I don’t want its cars or its halogen lights
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The vicar was dead.
His son came instead,
Put on his midnight cape and
Stalked the pews, his fudge voice
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Who could love her?
Scotch-breathed devil taunt
Gentlemen’s haunt
A must if you are a lush
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You told me, said the snow is coming.
Eskimos have over 50 words for it.
Snowflakes with their unique symbols,
Never the same. This won’t happen again.
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