Friday 29 January 2021

Four Poems + Haiku's by Christina Martin

 




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.



2 comments:

  1. Bravo! Excellent! So many fine and unique lines.

    And I love your author foto.

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    1. Dah thank you! I saw your poems this morning. Love them. Will comment on your space.

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