Thursday, 17 February 2022

Ten Haiku by Margaret Kiernan




Haiku


Venus and the moon

Love’s shadow on petals

Tumbling freely.

 

Daylight and night

The muse and I hang out

Rarely eye to eye.

 

Cat on the couch

Daring to imbibe the pie

Sulks instead.

 

Evening glows

Along the boughs of green

Above the darkness.

 

Clock upon the wall

Hear your tip-tap sound

Tea for two o’ clock.

 

Spangled prisms

Tone of colour arches above

Waters sprinkles.

 

Doffed or scoffed

It is very hard to ignore

The rounded pin.

 

Without clamour

I stand and watch the clouds

Lapping soft winds.

 

Seeped colour glade

Sways in refracted light

Stills the mind.

 

Out-loud or tinkly

Fade to mere artificial

Go for golden sob.

 

 

 


Margaret Kiernan - nominated for Best of the Net in 2021, writes fiction, non-fiction essay, memoir, and poetry. She has had poetry and prose published in e-book, in anthology collections, and literary journals and magazines - including, Black-lion Press, Pendemic.ie journal-C19 collection , archived at University College Dublin, The Blue Nib Lit - Journal , The Write Life Magazine, Unity Global Festival, Vox Galvia at the Galway Advertiser, A New Ulster Literary Press, The Burrow Lit. Journal, Poet-Head.Wordpress.com, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Galway Review and The Irish Canadian Cultural Newsmagazine, New Brunswick.

She writes with Over the Edge, Thursday writing/reading group at Galway Arts Centre, and, Ox Mountain Poets, Sligo.
She is listed in the Index of Contemporary Women Poets in Ireland, 2020.
She holds several Educational qualifications, Including a Degree in Arts in Humanities, from Sligo IT.
Her background is in Advocacy in Human and Social Rights.
Margaret has completed numerous courses and workshops in writing, for prose and poetry.
Margaret has four grown-up children. She lives in Westmeath with her dog Molly. She is a landscape painter. Is into Nature, walking, gardening, music, and heritage. She is working towards a First collection in Poetry.
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