Tag: Cornwall

Cornish snow

 

In seventy-nine

we two played with a lightness

enjoying the snow.

Glensilva

 

My grandparent’s house

was a second home to me

where childish dreams thrived.

 

by Scooj

Transition

 

Delicate whisper

of Autumn’s steady advance

time to button up.

 

by Scooj

 

One of my early haiku which I still rather like. I am mindful of it as we transition from Winter into Spring. First published on 5 September 2015.

Summer holiday

I remember the day you died

we had been playing all of us
in the garden around the house.
We squeezed in the car for a trip
oh! happy day with my cousins

I remember the day you died

I looked forward to the summers
spending time with your family
you were all like siblings to me
at least, during the holidays

I remember the day you died

we had a tumble, you and I
and our heads banged hard leaving bumps
your head small, you were only two
you shed tears and after we laughed

I remember the day you died

I left you then to stay over
with our grandparents for a while
and that was it
I wouldn’t see you again

That was the day you died

drowned alone in the swimming pool.
The call came through to my grandma
I’d never seen them cry before.
Then the sadness that never left.

I still had the bump on my head
something from you so tangible
I wanted to keep it always
but it went as I knew it would.

Many years have passed little cuz.

I can’t forget the day you died.

by Scooj

For E.K.

Cornish Rockpools

 

Where tompot blennies

thrive and encrusted spider

crabs scuttle away.

 

by Scooj

Inspired by the utterly brilliant blog by Heather Buttivant called Cornish Rockpools: https://cornishrockpools.com/blog/ – go take a look.

 

Eternity

 

Geological

time contextualises

human existence.

 

by Scooj

Bait ball

 

Explosive shimmers

on the surface; predators

move in for the kill.

 

by Scooj

Blanked

 

Twin rod tips watched with

dedication and fragile

anticipation.

 

by Scooj

 

Poldark

 

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.

Wheal Coates

 

For generations

children have dropped stones down the

shaft; a distant ‘plop’.

 

by Scooj