So, instead, I bring you three summer haiku:
Mid-life
sports car
his
bald spot
burns.
One
goth at the bus stop
mascara
weeping –
heat
wave.
At the
outdoor cinema
mosquito
slaps
punctuate dialogue.
When you've poured yourself a tall glass of something cool, head over to the Tuesday poem blog where you can read 'Eastbourne' by Helen Jacobs, full of lovely cool imagery. This week's Tuesday Poem has been guest edited by Mary McCallum.
From the hub, check out poems from other Tuesday poem bloggers. Come back here next week when I'm featuring a guest poet, Dennis Woodley.
It's bISummer fading, winter comes—
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.
All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things are,
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the pictyure story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books? - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21243#sthash.DGBFcuW9.dpuf
Picture-books in Winter
by Robert Louis StevensonSummer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how all things are, Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks, In the pictyure story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books?- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21243#sthash.RBnaCrFX.dpuf
Picture-books in Winter
by Robert Louis StevensonSummer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how all things are, Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks, In the pictyure story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books?- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21243#sthash.RBnaCrFX.dpuf
2 comments:
Nice wry Haiku. London in 40 degrees C. Wow! Global warming here we come!
Back in Melbourne - that's where we've had heatwaves. Wish I was back in London!
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