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Tales from her childhood
an old woman remembers
no longer lonely
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by Scooj
Tag: Haiku
Moving on
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A team fragmented
promotion and secondment
and those left behind
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by Scooj
Cooking without capers
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A new recipe
making it up as I go
I don’t like capers
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by Scooj
Plagiarism
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I’m just a poor boy
though my story’s seldom told
ready made haiku
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by Scooj
Woodland
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At Golitha falls
where Cornish piskies mislead
and we walk for hours
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by Scooj
Perfect
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Fishing on the rocks
a drop down from Bodinnick
unvaulted blue skies
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by Scooj
Dark sky
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On inky black skies
stars like I have never seen
Cornwall’s Bodmin Moor
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by Scooj
Julia
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Sweetest Julia
childhood friend’s little sister
I think I loved you
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by Scooj
* Julia was younger than our gang of friends and like all little sisters she was left out and dismissed as being surplus to our boyish requirements such as playing cowboys and Indians.
Cheese-cutter
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Nestled side by side
cocooned in spikey armour
prepared for battle
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by Scooj
- Although no longer permitted in the schoolyard, the game of conkers was one of those things that we simply grew up with. The excitement of collecting shiny new conkers and breaking them free from their shells was one of autumn’s pure joys. A cheese-cutter was a flattened conker that had shared its outer shell with another and were thought to bestow an advantage by cracking open your opponent’s conker using the sharp flat edge. such happy days. I still find new conkers irresistible and still come home with pocketfuls of them.
1988
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These lacquered chopsticks
a gift from Mr Cheba
an act of kindness
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by Scooj
- the backstory… I found some chopsticks in a drawer that were given to me by a crew member of the Koei Maru 30, a Japanese fishing boat that I worked on in the Falkland Islands – it was his way of making friends and welcoming me. Finding them transported me back to 1988.
Natural adventures 