Now that he is gone
I think more about him than
when he was living.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
Long tailed tit
fluffy, scruffy ball
in uncertain surroundings;
young bird forages.
by Scooj
Drying day
Unbothered by my
hanging, dragonfly alights
on the whiligig.
by Scooj
The Cheesewring
A competition
between giants and christians;
Cheesewring legacy.
by Scooj
- extract taken from Wikipedia:
A local legend says that the Cheesewring is the result of a contest between a man and a giant. When Christianity had just been introduced to the British Islands, the giants who lived at the top of the mountains were not happy about it. The saints had invaded their land and were declaring their wells as sacred. One of the larger giants, Uther, was given the task of ridding their land of the saints. He confronted the frail Saint Tue, who proposed a rock throwing contest. If Uther won, the saints would leave Cornwall. If Saint Tue won, then the giants would convert to Christianity.
Uther took his turn first and easily threw a small rock to the top of nearby Stowe’s Hill. Tue prayed for assistance, and picking up a huge slab found it was very light. One after the other, they threw their rocks, stacking them up in perfect piles. When the score was twelve stones each, Uther threw a thirteenth stone, but it rolled down the hill. Tue picked up this fallen stone, and as he lifted it, an angel appeared to carry it to the top of the pile of rocks. Seeing this, Uther conceded, and most of the giants decided to follow Christianity after that.
Minions
Ancient monoliths
weathered survivors of time;
the stories they tell.
by Scooj
Remembering
.
Not a day goes by
when I don’t think about them;
wounds forever raw.
.
by Scooj
Ikea
.
Where nightmares come true
slowly shoppers shuffle
off to the gallows.
by Scooj
Contrast
Scorched earth, parched parkland
marked with civic oases
dry weather sets in.
by Scooj
*except for this weekend when it is due to rain.
Upfest upset
Bloody typical!
after months of dry weather
rain due for Upfest.
by Scooj grrrr.
Office view
Here sit I each day
overlooking the treetops
dreaming of freedom.
by Scooj
This Haiku started off as something rather different, but I didn’t like it – I include it below just to demonstrate the transition of what I wanted to convey, but couldn’t in the first form.
It’s a privilege
to sit at canopy height
and observe the birds.
Natural adventures 