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My mane is unbrushed and dirty,
there’s no snow for me to roll in.
My matted mane disgusts me;
once I was snow-covered, clean.
You saw me padding in the snow;
paw-prints, fur shaking, a look.
You caught me in your embrace,
free to be, yet anchored to you.
My soul remains free,
yet the cage you gave me is cosy.
I will stay if you take me back to
the snow, brush my mane clean,
and say the words you must say.
Once, we stood with hope in our hearts, as we had a country of our own.
No longer treated as second class citizens by a collective hell, we thrived.
As the invasion takes hold, we think back to that rainbow and our country.
There’s only grey now, as history turns again.
while you were asleep
I listened to your demons
snoring vibrations
A spade and a bucket,
togs and no worries.
Once I was so young,
close or far from the sea.
A travelling heart,
genetically programmed.
Longing for the journey,
dreaming of many lands.
A chance to take a journey,
you tell me you won’t come.
Hoping you would come,
knowing it feels right to go.
Travelling near and far,
many roads and white lines.
A haiku a day for life,
a haiku a day to feel your love.
Sounds of different lands,
the sounds connect memory.
We saw snow-covered peaks,
salty warm seas of aquamarine.
Rainforests with bitey beasts,
and deserts so hot, breathless.
A call from you is a gift,
hoping to see you again soon.
A way of saying you’ve had enough
of my hodophile heart.
Longing for a love we don’t share,
a love I could not see.
I said love is an eternal thing,
you said, ‘come home and be with me’.
I said, ‘I know, love, yet we are worth
the misunderstandings.
I said, ‘only if you promise to come with
me on a journey’.
You said, ‘I don’t understand you, yet…’
Thoughts of snow,
reprieve from the heat.
Chickens live next door,
often disguised as roosters.
Flies buzz determined;
evil beasts want tasty food.
A beast enters by magic,
the instant recognition of the fly swat.
Angry as a beast lands,
you wildly spank the chair.
Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office
A tree stood near our fence; we knew not what it was.
Winter came, then went, as Spring started anew.
The tree grew buds, which bloomed into flowers, as the
cherry blossoms moved and danced for us in that Spring.
The history books,
they tell of your infamy;
you destroyed the trees.
One day I’ll forget
you,
me,
mum,
dad,
my sister,
my brother,
what we did,
what made me,
what made us,
this unique land.
Leave a note here,
place a note there,
post-it note me
like I’m a fashionista
from Paris, if you must.
Leave enough notes,
stick them on the fridge,
place them on toilet rolls,
put them in my shoes,
hide them in the undies
so I can remember
you and
so I can remember
me.
Burning summer sun,
birds shit over the house, grass.
The flies laugh at me.
C & K 