I see the fairies dancing: March Tanka 2010

I work this Tuesday
in The Little Shop of Love
as psychic reader
my one client weeps and heals
I see the fairies dancing

2/3/10


today at tai chi
the sylphs were dancing en masse
small angular lights
joined in a floating circle
silent but so distracting

3/3/10


the peach-coloured rose
you left for me yesterday
still wet with raindrops
blooms into its fullness now
and the scent draws me closer

9/3/10


she failed to notice
the blooming rose wither
its petals contract
losing their light and falling
her attention was elsewhere

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the boy with the dreads
wooden beads and surfboard shorts
comes to buy rose quartz
says yes he needs healing but
this is a gift for his girl

16/3/10


it’s warm on the hill
new vines swarming up the fence
after all that rain
but I move away from you
down into the cold city

23/3/10


Morning light.
The neighbour's tiled roof
solid red
against leaves and sky:
the view from our bed.

30/3/10

Early morning damp: haiku for March 2010

early morning damp
a statue with dismal face
alone in the grass

5/3/10


overcast morning
a small moth cruises the weeds
by the draggled rose

12/3/10


the sun breaking through
lights up my small walled garden
just as I look out

19/3/10


the sunlight picks out
among the leaves a bright bird
startled eye glaring

20/3/10


the wind is dancing
through his fingers on guitar
moaning through his voice

26/3/10

Birds

A crow called, once, unseen
messenger.

I saw white ibis flying,
wings

outstretched, spelling
protection.

And this morning
outside

a sweet chortling at first
light.

In these mountains, we recover
them.

After the storm: February Tanka 2010

wet sand gets kicked up
as the dog runs towards me
where I stand my ground
it circles and skirmishes
then dashes back down the beach

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Did it happen? No,
I dreamed it. Then I wrote it
as a tanka. What
does it all mean? Whatever
you may choose to make of it!

2/2/10


his yearly heart check
I drive the rainy highway
drop him off then search
half an hour to park in mud
his check-up my stress

9/2/10


after the storm
the morning air is fresh
we open wide
the doors to the garden
a soft breeze for breakfast

16/2/10


shadows fall
and the light on the grass
starts to shrink

it is the clouds massing
behind your departure

23/2/10

Streetlamp and moonlight: haiku for February 2010

the long drive home
lit by the long dusk
of deep summer

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cat-shrieks outside
then my girl on the top step
calmly alone

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streetlamp and moonlight
palm trees clear against the dark
the neighbours asleep

5/2/10


the whole street sleeps
except me up late
writing haiku

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'The streets are water'
they always said of Venice,
but I walked the lanes.

12/2/10


rain leaves us humid
wet with perspiration
needing a shower

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cool evening
after the humid day
stinging insects

14/2/10


it plays in my mind
all day, that lonely music
I heard in a dream

19/2/10


the cats are quiet
the man sleeps and I’m restless
in the white noise hush

26/2/10