ephemeral
a bright memory flutters
ungrasped
jasmine on my windowsill a dream
(together or separate – I’m not sure)
rain of meteors (O) presaging (O) drain of blood /^\ /^\ /^\ /^\
Grammar and Humour
a Highland greeting –
but mind just how you say it –
to a cow: ‘Hi, Coo!’
do not believe me
when I tell you that I lie –
an honest deceit
old pedant’s footsteps’
faltering rhythm’s a soft
sibilant’s striding
pursued by pedants
one grammatical misstep
and… Apostrophe!
epic robbery
of England’s supremacy
hear them cry: ‘We was -
never a cross word
that didn’t upset meaning
three down: poem (5)
haiku needs not rhyme
it doesn’t, most of the time
if it does? no crime…
Playing on Films
golden monkey god
guarded by tarantulas
and a giant ball
in search of treasure
even a hero may need
a goddamn partner
there are times indeed
when the length of a man’s staff
is most important
lift the lid and bask
in divinity and death
to meet your maker
silver shoes turned red
how many hearts were wounded
by their enchantment?
Susan plays Dvořák
passion’s flame between her thighs
Jack on piano
sinners in the church
with daggers in hand they play
hire and salary
Dragon Wings
my wit is sharpened
and weighted with pencil lead
but I write with blood
ephemeral blood!
eternity’s my canvas
time erases all
I walk a tight line
my high perch precarious
and I cannot fly
a black-scaled dragon
I leapt from hell’s deep shadows
and soared into flight
look not at my wings
a passing echo! for I
fly faster than light
once I was alone
mistress of all I surveyed
my will uncontested
what use possessions
without a companion
to share my riches?
my heart in pieces
I searched the world for fragments
love is a jigsaw
Errant Thoughts
nine-tailed wind whipping leaves ice on the ground
the sun too yearns
tears watering can of news
th s snowman has wh ted h s eyes
camel coffee – one hump or two?
small screen heroes larger than life
war heroes – soccer victory
A Lonely F/F Tea Party
I’m bound with roses
thorns bright against soft-kissed flesh
I weep from your love
scissoring for two
a wrapping of Christmas gifts
in colourful sheets
black silky ribbon
soft as kisses strong as steel
teasing my fingers
angels from heaven falling
grains of sand
hourglass perfection
her breath moves mountains
and sets the world a-trembling
tidal waves washing
Miscellaneous
an empty sea shell
whispers to my ear alone
a littoral truth
candles on the cake
another year up in smoke
future maybes
a carvery of hearts
first date
long lazy weekend
so boring I slept through it
utter perfection
winter fox
nipping
at the hens’ legs
accursed echo!
how the absence of his song
is thus magnified
lions roar unheard
razor claws tearing the night
we tremble at dust
footprints in the sand
static grains dancing breathless
shadows in Earthlight
too many black spots
lady, your home is on fire
and the children flee
old tv still dressing up
on his deathbed
advance with caution
ladders slip too easily
amidst hungry snakes
dolls on stage perform
invisible strings a web
to keep puppets glued
island of safety
a glint of sharp steel cutting
the dark shroud of night
sex a sacred joy
reduced to profanity
by souls in darkness
embers of my life
fall from between my fingers
ashes in my hair
Included in Haiku Today on Monday 30th November, 2015.
You certainly are prolific.
Sadly, you have writ my epitaph: “He may not have been a great poet, but he was prolific!”
Or, how about: “In three lines, he could convince you of his mastery of the English language, but if asked for a fourth he would sadly disillusion you.”
How about both? Prolific and great?
Thank you kindly – but beware! I soak up praise like a sponge…