Tea cosy toilet
Sitting on the throne of lace
Frog kisses a cheek
Tag: poetry
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.
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.
Haiku: Cherry Blossom Dream
Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office
Haiku: Infamy
The history books,
they tell of your infamy;
you destroyed the trees.
Leave a Note
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.
Haiku: Shitty Summer
Burning summer sun,
birds shit over the house, grass.
The flies laugh at me.
Haiku: Our Home
A place of our own
where we can be together.
Our haven, our home.
C & K 