Surprise
animal eyes brighten
with a curious surprise
at our intrusion
Birds
carrion counting
Wheatfield Crows circle Van Gogh
birds outside his cage
Answer
The standard answer
died on her bee stung lips,
when she saw his eyes.
Tag: poetry
Haikus 4.8.19
Play
the play of sunlight
through the pool’s aquamarine
traces my desire
August
attention rictus
car fuming through august heat
holiday traffic
Cheer
under the bleachers
we hear our team’s raucous cheer
after you’ve told me
Haikus 27.7.19
Kneel
I’m driven to kneel
at the feet of my longing
and pray for freedom
Listen
we hide from it too
listen, the death of the bees
leaves flowered silence
Lust
the lust in her gaze
monochrome reel flickering
in time with my heart
Haikus 20.7.19
Second
the second it took
remained in my memory
the rest of my life
Decide
eventually
it’s the final boarding call
she has to decide
Pulse
we all awoke as
the city’s susurration
and rhythmic pulse stopped
Haikus 14.7.19
Words
once he’d said the words
there was no way to catch them
or hide them away
Deep
long and deep crimson
beaded coagulation
my scratched emotion
Shift
the shift took its toll
she was present but absent
some spark left behind
Haikus 6.7.19
Tears
the faded starlet
who was smiling between tears
appeared from nowhere
Weak
collapse together
in a tired, sordid embrace
too weak to abstain
Knock
her knock makes me jump
lost in guilty reverie
I spill my coffee
Haikus 30.6.19
Beam
A beam of starlight
on my hidden retina
traces news from home
Biro
black biro held tight
she underlines the never
over and over
Brittle
we step around it
brittle edged, and neither knows
how deep the rift goes
Haikus 22.6.19
Mean
Words don’t mean the same:
filtered, twisted, pluralised,
branded, slanged and lost.
Influence
a subtle leader
edges softened, cracks repaired
gentle influence
Top
climbing to the top
a brutal callous business
that requires few qualms
Haikus 15.6.19
Past
we follow a path
past the smoking chimney stacks
to ancient beechwoods
Omen
My journey home was
full of omens: cats, crows, clouds.
No reply from her.
Palm
my palm presses skin
your tummy’s flat toned secret
a bundle of cells
Haikus 8.6.19
Tell
you tell me secrets
combinations of soft words
that flutter inside
Hold
midnight’s snails leave lines
silver trails that hold moonlight
briefly as we pass
Points
the wind-blown blackthorn
points like a crooked finger
the storms prevailing
