City heels slip on cobbles
glossed by the fading traces
of the morning’s frost
Tag: hai’ku
notes for a poem
Bonfire smoke mixes with drizzle.
From beyond the olive grove,
the stink of pigs rises defiant.
early autumn
It’s September, and, with its usual regularity, the weather has changed and it begins to feel quite autumnal. We’ve had a few storms recently, which have brought down yet more windfalls.
tree-ku
Muppet-haired willow
tosses her head
at the coming storm
I think it’s Animal that she reminds me of – the crazy drummer – though her hair obviously isn’t the right colour.
fireworks
Silver dandelions bloom
on the moleskin waistcoat
of the night
(Thinking realistically, I know that they are a waste of money and that they frighten all the birds and animals, but I’m a sucker for fireworks. I don’t think I’ve ever watched a display – not even the patriotic red, white & blue of last Thursday’s royal wedding celebrations – without a broad smile on my face. One day I’ll dig out all the notes I’ve made over the years and write a proper poem on the subject.)
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