poetry diary

A crowd not breathing;
two women dancing with drums,
moving like water.

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For haiku heights September challenge. The prompt is ‘agile’ and the phrase that came into my head was ‘au lapin agile’, which is French, but beyond that I couldn’t remember anything – so I looked it up, and it turns out to be the name of a famous cabaret club in Montmatre which was the haunt of struggling writers and artists at the start of the 20th century. (I have been there in spirit many times, and in reality 20 years ago). So just right, really.

Stars gathered to hear
new sounds in the darkness, but
it’s only a child.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

Smoke rises from leaves;
an old man watches traffic,
and we all move on.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

Clouds obscure the moon;
as the owl swoops silently,
a tired mouse stumbles.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

That colourful stone,
disturbed by winter storms, turns
to sand in my shoe.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

A squirrel pauses;
chestnut branch like a drawbridge,
defending summer.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

Alien clouds, red,
as summer fades and roses
yearn for their sunset.

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For haiku heights, prompt 159, Alien. Also prompted by the sunset over Warwick castle yesterday evening, while playing tennis.