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Haiku :So shy are the Doves

So shy are the dovesCloud- soft and gently watchfulWith bright beaded eyes.

Like gravel and rock Scars on the landThe year isEtched and engrainedColour drainedLeeched away The world in Monochrome foldsInwardly Unrecognisable in twelve long monthsHardly recognising itself in Its present formBut resolute it is and stoic As one huge oiled Machine it slowly burgeons forthAnd cogs start to turnAnd with them whiteto colourSplashed here and thereAndContinue reading “Black and white world”

Haiku -Unfurling

Unfurling by Elisa Ang Written for Pure Haiku http://www.purehaiku.wordpress.com Unfurling Beyond the fernery The window blurred and marbled Mottled fungal spores. Blurred edged and seamless The frond plays with dappled light Dust motes are dancing. Kaleidoscopic Jewels and beads thread easily Stitched on cotton cloth. Tie-dyed in pastel Colours mix in gentle hues Hung outsideContinue reading “Haiku -Unfurling”

My Foot in Theirs

Orginally written for the Earle Richardson Ekphrastic Review Writing Challenge: https://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic-writing-challenges My Foot in Theirs Could these be footprints long hardened in rock ? I wondered as I stepped on the mound; The lives once defined in the sand- coloured clay, Hard spent under the glare of the sun. I closed my eye to imagineContinue reading “My Foot in Theirs”

Tanka for Snow Moon

White disc in the sky Marbled face like granite hewn Elegance alignedBalanced over moorland ridgePersonified by sunlightIn celestial orb unveil.

Wild Flight of the Geese

Contours slip from a worldParallel and synchronised in beatAnd motion Their flight is straightSuspended in the voidHalf arrowed in formationSkimming the rooftopNear-grazing the slateMighty Hercules of the flight Heavy with beat of the wingNo navigation aid to site Still and blue Their playground isDriven on by diurnal forceOver the edge with Complete precision Tattooed wingChartsContinue reading “Wild Flight of the Geese”

Snow Moon

Snow- white she risesResplendent and poisedQueen of the heavensJewel of the sky.Haloed and frostedSilent and boldHunger moon knownBy tribes long ago.This ancient of spectres Storm moon and Chaste Known by our ancestors.Ghost white and laced.

Poems in Print

I am excited to tell you that thanks to all your interest and support, I have delved into publishing and had the courage to proceed . This has been my journey over the past year, discovering how to use language to describe what I see and think. I have been the English lead at schoolContinue reading “Poems in Print”

Running Home

Poems always start when I’m out running . Tonight I took this picture at 4km and the light was going – I ended up doing 9.5km and the last stretch up the ‘ thinking lane’ was in total darkness to our house on the ridge. Darkness enveloped Just primroses lit the wayBranches mirrored in blackenedContinue reading “Running Home”

Beauty in stillness

Filigreed fans of oak, ash and elm Grace the topsOf wire- sculptured formsThe eye is drawnTo the ridgeTo the wide collage Under light-spangled stratus The smell of the sap rising Olfactory spiralsTrail to the stratosphereLouder the birdsong seems ClearerUrgent The narrative is changing.