Haiku for Kelly

Run to the glist’ning sea

Whole world stretched ahead of you

Sand between your toes

 

I Found a Frog

 I found a frog, surprising and pleasing,

Endlessly teasing. Where do you go?

Where do you go?

Surrounded by poison and phosphates,

Your skin glistens, pulses,

A life force, you teeter along on Death Row.

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I saw Mama Fox, you appeared, one May eve’ning,

How did you get there, and what a surprise?

You changed your direction, to avoid sure detection,

Both pleading and fear, I saw in your eyes.

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I saw a bee bumbled, nestled and sleeping,

Phaecelia, keeping you safe and sustained,

Your soft body curled ‘mongst purple, encircled,

Umbrellar’d and dreaming, swung round from the rain.

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I saw a child; I feared for his future,

His chatter delighting all who perceived,

Eyes wide and enquiring, frog-finding, fox scheming,

Believing that life was all strawberry creamed.

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I found a frog, the last of the season,

Clinging onto a log on the edge of the world,

Goddam, that fair foxy, she snapped up that ‘phibian,

Flashed past the phaecelia, where bees fell unfurled!

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New Year’s Day 2025

Sieved head wakes with snatches of dreams, soon lost.

Party clothes hang like disembodied wraiths, waiting…

Phone pings, repeat lovingly sent hopes, dreams … wishes.

Eggs, mushrooms, home-made toasted bread, oozing butter,

comfort and satisfy.

CATCH THE DAY, CATCH THE DAY!

Azure skies with scudding, grey clouds, dodging the showers.

Warm greetings, and glimpse the shine in a dear friend’s eyes

Trudge sodden, muddied paths to my little plot of land.

Sitting with coffee, and orange, nutty chocolate,

I hear the jays squabbling and screeching.

Glance up to the sky, and spot a rainbow

Slicing down through the trees… bright, bright seven wonders

Photographed through stark apple branches and the sweet scented winter honeysuckle.

All is well here, at least…

Snow Poem 16/1/24

I love the quiet magic muffling

Of snow before dawn,

When the flakes flutter and drift

Street lamp lit,

The strange white light that

Creeps round the curtains

Announcing that, “Something’s up!”

It’s not a normal day!

 

Short, silent pause, waiting for the rage,

Stiff, struggled start,

Frosty, fight that heralds the race to work,

Angst, awkward, annoying

Scraping and shovelling.

 

What if the world stood still?

For just a moment,

Waiting, watching, marvelling

The Glory.

No prints, no tracks, no blots,

Just a pristine scene,

Where all life

Halted and

Ceased all their nonsense!

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