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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26 June 2011

Small treats: June haiku 2011

mild evening
streaks of pink cloud

bright evening
inky mountains
under light sky

clear evening
crickets chirping
on the way home

evening darkens
black bats set out
just visible


smell coconut oil —
seventies Bali


the smell of mown grass
after rain —
childhood afternoon

all of us huddled
behind glass 
cosy from the cold


autumn sunlight
the mountains clear-edged
and I’m sneezing


small treats
fresh fish instead of tinned
the money goes

rebelled against, becomes


12 June 2011

Ace of Pentacles

(The Keys to Heaven Tarot)

It is dawn.
One gold star
is still in the sky, its outline
sizzling like neon, blue-white.

The fields are sown
with seedlings springing.
Wild roses
bloom in the hedge.

The two pillars
either side of the archway gate
are keys opening up
a path of light.

From clouds
veiling the boundless,
a strong right hand holds up
an eye in the centre of the palm.

The hand is twined
with leafy vines
young, growing.
The cup of the palm is deep.

To have and hold, it says,
to touch and know,
to work in the earth
and reach the sky.