I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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31 March 2010

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

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