Old green bicycle
glistening after the rain,
ready for service.
Category: poems
This old telescope, tanka
This old telescope:
searching distant lands, no one
notices the lens –
pristine after countless sights,
invisible to itself.
Sunset Haiku
Moon over suburbs.
Blazing sun setting behind
the church on the hill.
Haiku vol. 2
These haiku were written between the end of last year and the first half of 2020. So they include the first months of the coronavirus lockdown in the UK. The order has been somewhat rearranged from the order in which they were written. I hope they will be of interest to people who like Basho, Ikkyu, and other Buddhist hermit poets.
1.
Through shining roof tiles
the reflection of a bird
flies out of this world.
2.
Stones rise with each wave
like ballerinas en pointe
then fall with a click.
3.
A light grey drizzle,
bright petals in the gutter –
Thursday afternoon.
4.
Dream of a woodland
beside the road, steeped in mist,
trees drowning in mist.
5.
When we meet again
it may be in the haunted
forest of our youth.… Continue reading...
Underneath the Lake
Here’s a collaboration between myself and artist and illustrator, Matt Kelly. Check out Matt’s portfolio.
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