Tag: 1. Haiku

6.15pm

 

Dusk comes early now

and bats flutter, fattening

for Winter slumber.

 

by Scooj

Bondage

 

I sit in front of

my screen, deprived of freedom;

I’ll let my mind walk

 

by Scooj

Cloud spirit

 

Now in the morning

chill my exhalations dance

in front of my eyes

 

by Scooj

Clement

 

A blocking high sits

obligingly overhead

warming Autumn hearts.

 

by Scooj

On becoming a hobbit

 

As my days get short

the hair in my ears grows with

alarming vigour.

 

by Scooj

Groundrush

 

Does it matter at

all that the house is a mess

when builders begin?

 

by Scooj

Rat

 

Ninja sleeps curled up

rehearsing the next kill, her

hunting day’s begun

 

by Scooj

In response to the excellent ‘Haiku for Cats’ number 420

Conversion

 

Scaffolders are here

effing and blinding away

in westcountry tones

 

by Scooj

Poets Corner

 

We shall aggregate

here and recite our fine verse

for all to admire

 

by Scooj

Et in Arcadia ego

 

There is death even

in Arcadia; don’t be

fooled by scenery.

 

by Scooj