Holiday 2009: Suite
i.
Where do I start it?
This narrative of freedom?
Three pm flight out?
ii. Singapore
Awake for twenty
hours no wonder my feet hurt
reiki! reiki! rei....
iii. Denmark
Saw Mary's house but
Fred and her were out it seems -
No milk on doorstep
iv. Edinburgh
It's the accent that
gets me - "do yer ken?"
That and the shortbread
v. Loch Ness
Small bus to big lake
guide - a madman in a kilt
High speed on thin roads....
vi. York
Romans and Vikings -
More ghosts than can be counted
Minster choir at dusk
vii. Naburn
Noble horses snort
while crossing the Trans-Pennine
Pinch me - I'm dreaming...
viii. Whitby
Harbouring history
In weathered stone - and stories
of jet-black vampires.
ix. Heptonstall (Sylvia Plath's grave)
The pilgrimage to
her small white gravestone; as if
no one else knew her.
x. Haworth (Bronte Parsonage)
Teensy tiny books
by teensy tiny women.
Madness on the moors.
xi. London
Three hours - Tate Modern
Power station for our art -
Abstract lifts my soul.
Cathy Dineen
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Monday, May 25, 2009
Spot Haiku 24 Part 3 of 3
Monday, January 21, 2008
Friday, October 05, 2007
Speed Round 7
i.
crystal clear water
local pool, hardly a soul
early morning dip
Leah Billeam
ii.
there's rain on the way
mugs of cocoa, trashy books -
hibernation time!
Cathy Dineen
iii.
Dropping acid
would be simplier
on Fridays.
Karen McVean
iv.
how did we get here?
words, then war. now, an impasse
my turn to wait
Ian Row
v.
Showdown with old friend
In fact, not old and not friend
In fact not showdown
Chris Gill
crystal clear water
local pool, hardly a soul
early morning dip
Leah Billeam
ii.
there's rain on the way
mugs of cocoa, trashy books -
hibernation time!
Cathy Dineen
iii.
Dropping acid
would be simplier
on Fridays.
Karen McVean
iv.
how did we get here?
words, then war. now, an impasse
my turn to wait
Ian Row
v.
Showdown with old friend
In fact, not old and not friend
In fact not showdown
Chris Gill
Monday, March 05, 2007
A Haiku about Selling your Soul
Sleep with the devil
Forty pieces of silver
To do his bidding
Paul Rozario
Forty pieces of silver
To do his bidding
Paul Rozario
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