poetry diary

Rain on my windscreen;
crooked blue and white light trails –
sirens in the night.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘crooked’. That’s it for this year – it’s been fun and challenging as always. Thanks to all at HH for the prompts and comments.

A child’s eye widens;
jagged sky bites writhing Earth.
Hold my hand.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘mother’.

Amongst rocks
hardened by sunlight,
grass pillows for sheep.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘pillow’.

Autumn suns rising
in ten thousand mirrors,
glinting like fools’ gold.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘gold’. I’m in London for two days, staying near London Bridge and ‘the Shard’ skyscraper. I’m not a great fan of the far too powerful and short-sighted UK banking sector.

Chill north wind,
gulls diving after trawlers –
salt on my tongue.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘salt’.

Dark ivy binds roots;
dank soil seeps from cold rocks.
Spell-breaking, a child laughs.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘den’.

Bamboo shoots,
striving for life and light,
feed weighty pandas.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘strive’.

A fallen acorn,
smooth as polished oak –
a squirrel hides it.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘clue’.

Sunday evening light –
birch leaf falling,
senses Monday’s approach.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘Sunday’.

Silent factories –
cold chimneys with lonely weeds.
Gala Bingo.

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For September Haiku Heights  – today’s prompt is ‘black’. Coincidentally, today I was in the Black Country, which was the birthplace of the industrial revolution in the UK (but like many similar places around the world) is currently awaiting a renaissance.