There that’s it! I’m nearly 54 but I finished the task of making 50 Haiku’s and Felts for my 50th year. Enjoy…..now for the next project…
Hope
Death brought you in a box.
Lid shut tight, Pandora’s evils
Shan’t twist ma guts again.
Penny (mother dear)
7/3/1944 – 1/7/2019
Sand Martins
They’ve flown in with screeches;
Riparia Riparia.
Seeking out their homes in sand banks.
Dusk
In th’gloaming,
the sky looks like a fresh bruise,
jackdaws are cut-outs.
Yarrow
Amongst the horse shit,
I pick milfoil for a tinture.
A witch I have become.
Scything
Aa grip ma snath,
The silva blade glints, heel to toe,
Shearing the damp grass.
Sea Coal
Aa retraced their steps
Those heavy skorted wimmin,
Bent like sticks t’pick coal.
