I don't know if this old Queensland roof is still ticking too…
keeping its own time
the tin roof
Publications credits: Hobo, march 96; Blithe Spirit Vol. 8 No. 1 (1998 Review); Micropress: best poems Ed. Kate O'Neill, (Micropress NZ 1997); sundog haiku journal: an australian year (sunfast press 1997 reprinted 1998)
Wow, so evocative Marion! Now that I know you are from Ireland I imagine a setting like from the movie "The Quiet Man" – and, it seems to my reading, this poem carries an equally potent charge of sexual energy. I fancy I see a stonewall lane, and in the midday heat a large shady tree in a neighbouring field – the selected site perhaps for a secret rendezvous, hence the hastily abandoned bicycle, its wheel still ticking" around the inner ratchet.
I particularly love that central phrase. To my middle-aged ears, it sounds like an older heart, still beating passionately in the "midday" of life. How delightful!