Haiku challenge: Window & Heart

Glass bowls, dishes and stuff that defies description packed. Time for another break. For TJ’s haiku challenge.

 

Through the night window,

stars peer, curious diamonds

from the heart of space.

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Furious love

This is for TJ’s Household Haiku prompt. I hope haibun is included. The poem is inspired by watching a sparrowhawk trying to catch a peregrine falcon that had stolen a fledgling from its nest in the church spire.

The prompt words are Well & Sweet.

Photo ©Dr Raju Kasambe

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There are no words, just cries of rage to scream the injustice of it all. What images unfurl behind the yellow irised eyes of the hawk robbed of her young? Red rage or white-fluffed memories of wide-beaked young? I watch with feet anchored in the clay, the aerial tragedy of loss and grief, and rage and hunger, and instinctive urges. Perhaps the falcon has young of his own and makes no difference between the pigeon squab and the future raptor. His wing beats, smooth as water, steel and silver in the sun, twist and turn, a feathered cascade, to beat off the smaller bird. And all the while, the short, final stretch of life, the mother screams, heads lift to see, and the baby dangles, helpless from the peregrine’s claws. Does it strain to see its mother’s furious, desperate flight, and does it hope, even a little bit, that a mother will prevail against death?

Clear as well water,

the sky, silver-barred and plumed,

sweet as honeyed dusk.

Night tides

We’re reaching the end of Jilly’s  28 days of Jim Harrison quotes. This one is

“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”  

Photo ©Slaunger

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Yours, a face so familiar

I know its every line and curve,

its skin tones shading.

Eyes, so often swum in, dived deep,

that I have watched as they close in sleep,

and the way the colour changes

with the sky and the years.

So close, so near,

and yet I dread those silent nights,

when the moon looks the other way,

and stars and wishes fall into other’s hands, not mine.

I wonder, if I am left behind,

when you turn your face into the dark,

will I still recall your eyes,

the colour of sun on a northern sea?

Haiku challenge: Perfume and Lost

For TJ’s Household Haiku prompt, a trio. Basically, I missed out one of the two prompt words in the first one…

Photo ©Oliver C.Mallorca, skapheandros

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Drifts in the night breeze,

scent so hard to place—perhaps

mine when we were young.

 

Lost in mists of time,

the scent of childhood summers,

gone with the swallows.

 

Night blooming jasmine

around the door leads us home—

the path never lost.

 

 

I gave you all I had to give

Jilly has posted a line of Jim Harrison’s

“I’m unsure if all of me returned.”

and asks us to post the poem the line inspires.

Painting ©Igor Novikov

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I gave you all I had to give,

A heart that beat, a rose, a dream,

I gave you what I thought would please,

A silver trout in limpid stream.

 

You took the rose, it’s petals plucked,

My golden dream, to you was clay,

The silver trout slipped through your hands,

My beating heart you tossed away.

 

The boundless night sky’s full of stars,

And rose trees hum the bees’ refrain,

The silver trout has found its pool,

But will my heart be mine again?