The Gift
a
swirl
of
hot silver on
the
winter trees
begins
the moon song
tales
unspoken
whispered
under blankets
white
gleams
disturbing
the snow field
rank
but rich
a
village with a beast
they
huddle
over
sparking grates
wait
for the full moon
hush!
hush!
to
bed! to bed!
moon-slung
the
village sealed
in a
webbing mist
silence
of trees
that
attend and wait
no
wind
still
wings
of
the snow dragon
beat
once, twice
shells
of
its
eyelids
close
and drop
then
from its dagger teeth
of
mirrors
a
spew of a molten
silver
tongue
and
a bellow
as
from its back
scales
fall
a
whirlwind
scream
of
agony
just
for one year
the
visit
one
year
when
the village
becomes
rich
and
cursed
Paradise
A
swarm of colours
a
mess of charm
a
roll of light
in
flakes, particles
of
long and round
short,
explosive
A
blend of airs
of
scents in clouds
descending
soft
barely
known
a
trace of dreams
and
all awake
the
flowers nod
Gold
and glass
the
shivering gleams
paradise
lost
paradise
regained
and
round a stalk
an
emerald leaf
a
giant ant
with
legs like trees
Sea
Haiku Sequence
frost
fingers
against
a clear sky
a
gull's wing
a
slice of air
sharp
blue waves
a
single tugboat wake
solitary
the
trawler sailing beyond the heads
silhouette
of the explorer
a
hang of mist -
having
to feel my way
to
the shore
mist
backlit -
the
far shore becomes
an
enchantment of dreams
Steamed
Yellow
afternoon
a
warm smell
of
kitchen chatter
onions
with
garlic slightly burning
sweet
cabbage turn
a
finger
dipped
in the sauce
sunlight
through
the steamed windows
a
fog of yellow
radio
going
latest
hits
mingled
with kitchen voices
how
much salt
have
you made the bread
afternoon
that
warm smell
Sky
Cow
munching
she
just stands there
dropping
bits of green
from
her large
rubbery
lips
pink
and wet
streaming
rich
breath
from
her nostrils
a
ladder swings down
hooves
uncertain
slip
on the rungs
but
she makes it
she's
up there
looking
down in disdain
her
food is jewelled
what
do they know
she'll
stay here
thank
you very much, ta
munching
breaking
her teeth
the
ladder is gone
a
rough jerk
off
the cloud
a
rain cloud a well
but
i don't want to go
not
good enough lady?
sky
cow floating
on a
fancy
has
to be content
with
grass
Christina
Martin writes poetry, short stories and novels and her work has been published
in The Heron's Nest, Wales Haiku Journal, Failed Haiku, Nature Writing
Magazine, Light and Forward Press among others. Her published poetry
collections work include A Secret Entrance - Nature Poems, Fields of Joy and
Through the Magic Window.
These
and others are all available on Amazon.
She
lives in Pembrokeshire in West Wales with her husband.
Bravo! Excellent! So many fine and unique lines.
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Dah thank you! I saw your poems this morning. Love them. Will comment on your space.
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