Geological
time contextualises
human existence.
by Scooj
Geological
time contextualises
human existence.
by Scooj
There’s a pooch in my
meeting; its contributions
are greater than mine.
by Scooj
Explosive shimmers
on the surface; predators
move in for the kill.
by Scooj
Intoxicated
by your seductive perfume
I’m drawn to my fate.
by Scooj
Accidentally
her beloved discovered;
serendipity.
by Scooj
Twin rod tips watched with
dedication and fragile
anticipation.
by Scooj
Summer’s sickly stench
skulks in side streets all set to
assault my senses.
by Scooj
The deceitful sun
warms my back just enough to
keep chill winds at bay.
by Scooj
Where did it all go?
Youth, enthusiasm and
immortality.
by Scooj
Wretched Warleggan
not a decent bone in his
body; a scoundrel.
by Scooj
– apologies for all the Cornwall haikus at the moment. Still under the influence of holiday.