Indicators by Simon Cockle

My daffodils are over, exhausted
and bowed at the stem’s base;

I catch them in the rear view
turning the key.  A warning sign

blinks tactlessly while the engine
heaves to a drumbeat. A flick

of the stalk sends me left, right,
with a skeletal click.  Gripping

the gearstick with fingers
and thumbs of an archaic hand,

I reverse blind; just light and time
enough to know what’s coming for me.

simon-cockle
Simon Cockle is a poet and writer from Hertfordshire. He writes as part of Poetry ID, a Stanza of the Poetry Society. His poems have been published in iOTA, Prole, The Lampeter Review, An Algebra of Owls and the London Progressive Journal, amongst others. He was invited to read at last year’s Ledbury Poetry Festival as part of the Poetica Botanica event. He teaches English in a local comprehensive school, and has a wife and daughter who nod reassuringly when he reads them his poems. More of his poems can be found at https://simoncockle.wordpress.com/ .
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