Some Thursday haikus for your delectation or otherwise…
Spindled
Thick-thighed English oak
Or spindled silver birch bones.
Each skywards stretching.
Some Thursday haikus for your delectation or otherwise…
Spindled
Thick-thighed English oak
Or spindled silver birch bones.
Each skywards stretching.
Morning all. Two haikus this Thursday…

Chalk
Grey-faced mirror blink.
Foil peeled back. Plastic pods pushed.
Teeth crunch into chalk.
Morning all. Two haikus for consumption.

Dune
Cold, wind-whipped outpost.
Sand spills through quivering grass,
Clumped against the tide. Continue reading “Haiku – Dune and Contrail”
Morning folks. Just a couple of haikus…
Wisp
A giant’s last trace
Scudding high on azure sky.
Sun-scorched to a wisp.
I’m pretty sure that’s the first time those two words have been put together as the title of a piece of creative writing, and probably for good reason! Here are a couple of wintery haikus regardless…
This week Twitter has been abuzz over what is always a hot topic in the literary world. I am, of course, talking about the P-word – plagiarism. In her was-to-be-published debut collection of poems, American writer Ailey O’Toole was accused of stealing language from the work of fellow poet Rachel McKibbens. O’Toole was publicly called out by McKibbens and has subsequently had her debut collection cancelled by Rhythm and Bones Press. Since then, several other poets have come forward to claim that O’Toole has appropriated work belonging to them. The writing community, always a febrile place where plagiarism is concerned, rounded on O’Toole who issued an apology to McKibbens. So far, so ugly. Continue reading “The P-Word”
Two little snippets this morning…
Breath
Heavy-laden line.
Damp sheets droop under fall skies.
Not a breath of wind. Continue reading “Haiku – Breath and Dawn”
Dug out a couple of haikus this morning…
Snuffle
Crooked, root-beamed vault
Between oak knees bald and bowed.
Snuffles from within. Continue reading “Haiku – Snuffle and Yawn”
Morning all,
a couple of haikus for consumption this morning…

Crease
Rain bobs battered leaves
Waxen creases burst their banks
Roots greedily drink.

Rust
Frost-dampened sawdust
coats paint tins and pots. Ivy
tendrils ‘round rusted lock creep.
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An ethereal little haiku today on the theme of ‘billow’…
Translucent billow
Current-borne, through seaweed drawn
Tentacles trail long.
***Thanks for reading folks. Comments always appreciated!***