Noise

The fly that buzzes
round the room is my headache-
alive and throbbing.

How not to cry

Think of the black tracks
that your mascara will make
on your pristine cheeks.

How to drink a cappucino

Stir in the sugar
with care, without breaking
the frothy cocoa heart.

How to sleep well

Eat a banana
and read from a book of poems
just before bed.

Writing haiku on the way home

Counting syllables
on the steering wheel- fingers
tapping unseen words.

Season of mists

All the colours gone
except a wall of red vine
leaves, huge hands waving.

Lost:

One husband, last seen
with new mobile phone and small
book of instructions.