The forest spirit
let me walk through the forest
without feeling fear.
Amorous at the Shopping Centre
Grapes & bananas;
stirring something down there.
Garlic, onions, & potatoes;
turning the vibrations down a bit.
Ginger, herbs & celery;
sudden tingling sensations.
Gherkins, carrots, & eggplant;
noticeable twitching & a shudder.
An amorous outing
at the shopping centre.
Haiku: Ceiling Corner
Frozen, sitting still.
Darkness gathers waiting in
the ceiling corner.
Haiku: Tea Cosy
Tea cosy toilet
Sitting on the throne of lace
Frog kisses a cheek
Dancing Tongues
Six ladies meet at the “Celebrity Chef No.269th” restaurant in Melbourne for lunch at 1 pm for the weekly catchup.
They greet each other in the usual manner; fake kisses, judgemental grins, too much make-up, and designer clothes.
Once seated, they order drinks and lunch to make themselves feel like they have to be somewhere important.
Now the little things are sorted, the dancing tongues begin a convoluted quickstep.
Controversial gossip and catty bitchery dances on their lips as they release their hatred for their husbands, their children, and life in general.
By the dessert menu, which they make a point of resisting, they’re ready for a massage and a line of cocaine.
Anchored: The Wolf and the Man
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.
For Ukraine
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.
Haiku: Your Demons
while you were asleep
I listened to your demons
snoring vibrations
A Nomadic Heart
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…’
The Fly
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.
C & K 