Drops on washing lines
Joyless British flags, hanging
Blackbird’s stark subsong
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Haiku: ‘O, November!’
Category: haikus
Haiku: ‘Solace’
Barren is my soul
I project skeletal trees
Solace lies within
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Haiku: ‘Storm’
Eye of the dark storm
Pray for our elevation
Embrace the changes
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Haiku: ‘Calm’
Birdsong awakes me
Quantum field resonances
Calm amidst chaos
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Haibun: ‘Isabella’
The sea was writhing at Seahouses. Northumbria wild, voices calling on the wind blown from Hyperborean reaches.
And then you — your skin grey like a seal, matching your eyes, a lantern jaw jutting out like a promontory, unyielding.
So then why are you so kind? Because you are blind, like nature, the tempestuous oceans thrusting, reaching, for just one fleeting sight of your son.
Who brought me this far?
Providence cannot explain
Winter’s existence
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