Haiku for Cecily
After Cecily
Lady at the bar
invisible to tender
serves the young dude first
Roll your eyes behind
my back at your peril, son
I still have jandal
Fat makes veins narrow
salt hardens the arteries
takeaways the heart
Nod gravely stroke chin
only to realise that
gravy is on . . .
February 07, 2017
The valley dreaming
This world has tenuous membranes.
One glass bead poised on a grass tip.
Mist hanging in suspended animation.
What’s real is of no concern
in this dripping in-between.
A sudden shriek
of orange lichen and kea wing.
A mis-placed step
and the scree slope beneath subsiding
deludes us that we are awake.
It . . .
Posted in: #mountainwoman#poetry
April 27, 2014
