Home » Poems » Best » Shell Mcconville » Best Shell Mcconville Poems

Best Poems Written by Shell Mcconville

Below are the all-time best Shell Mcconville poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

After the Flood: 2011

That day, rain brought death.
Raging torrent swept away
Lives, homes, happiness.

TV images,
Bring impotent sympathy
For loss, shock and tears.

On a nearby shore —
Little blue boat, torn in half,
A chair up-ended.

Two porcupine fish —
Victims of freshwater flood
Mourned by a small child.

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

On My Street

Spindly elbows skew 
Laurie rides his rusty steed —
Owl eyes sparkle blue.

Blue-bottomed bees buzz
Through dappled dims, garden green —
Whispered perfume haze.

Twilight windows glow
Wispy wings are glass-dancing —
Gecko chuck chuck goes.

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

Indian Summer

Indian summer. 
Fierce days – radiating heat 
From sun, road and walls.

Still, humid nights when
Spent, I hunt elusive sleep.
Blessed air-con whirrs.

Cool dawn brings relief.
Face lifts to every breeze.
Autumn IS coming.

Bright skyscrapers gleam
Across the bay, dawn-painted –  
Gold, rose, mauve and grey.

Captive on sand-flats – 
A tree. Stark, dark reminder
Of the summer floods.

Mother Nature hurts – 
And heals us. But we are more – 
Like her, we’re starstuff.

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

The Stormbird

Lonely Stormbird calls, 
‘I am here. Choose me. Love me’.
Distant thunder rolls.

Flying rain in air —
Touching my cheek, alighting
On my eyelashes.

I hear, rain music —
On leaves, on roof, in gutters, 
Muted cars hiss by.

The rain burnishes
Dull browns and greens — to copper,
To emerald fire.

After — sun’s rays raise 
Steam; from road, leaf and feather.
Lonely Stormbird calls,

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

Antipodean Autumn

Riotous, raucous —
Rainbow parrots’ feathers fly.
Acrobatic clowns

Three great crows regard
The thrown away takeaway —
Keen, sharp, purposeful.

Butcherbirds on wire
Bowing and fluting in turn
A twilight concert.

Black wings on pink dawn.
Flying foxes homeward bound
To roost  — full of fruit.

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

Nine Haiku About One Thing

And she picked it up -
The sleek black and white feather,
Threw it in the bin.

Black and white against
Unrelieved grey. Graceful curve
Against the straight lines.

A flash of beauty
In the gutter. Tidied up
To dull, gritty grey.

Mock Jasmine flowers - 
Beauty and perfume all lost
For neatly trimmed hedge.

Bright scattered colour - 
Gold and bronze leaves down the drive,
Machine blown away.

There’s a concrete path
Through the forest now. It’s grey
Stark, unwelcoming.

Remember? “You don’t  
Know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”
Paradise is lost.

We’re lost in a world.
Where Nature is untidy.
We’ve cleared it away!

She robbed us of it -
The sleek black and white feather,
Stole it from our sight.

Details | Shell Mcconville Poem

Pookah Haiku

A decade and more
Love affair so deep, so strong
With my love, my dog

My days lit up by
Her tail-wagging happiness
Eagerly greeting.

Though clouded with age,
Her shining brown eyes declare
Such adoration.

Our years have fast flown - 
Brown fur dappled now with snow;
Velvet ears frost touched.

Can't help but nuzzle
The warm kissable muzzle
Of my dog. My friend.

'Love me; love my dog',
A lifelong heartfelt motto.
Love lasts forever.