Sijo
Opening lines: we talk of rain,
the privilege of cold fronts.
How rare it is--this permission--
to fold into labyrinths.
Tomorrow the sky disappears.
Scarabs crack beneath our feet.
*
Three Haiku for Mad Scientists
disinfect
scavenged anatomies
tattered lotus
giant axons
disinterring dew frost
from tin cans
rice sparrows
distal to neon
scattered graves
*
faerie knight
in the bathroom mirror
changeling
*
final call
through a sidewalk crack
siren song
*
partial thaw
the last lake maiden
swipes right
*
boundary crossing
craving the hot stings
of hex marks
*
pruning
unwanted rootlets
hedge witch
*
denied magics
brambles till wild
into skin
Mariel Herbert's short speculative poems
have appeared in Dwarf Stars 2022, Eye to the Telescope, and Haiku 2022, among
others. In addition to speculative poetry, she enjoys haiku, senryu, and the
occasional haiga. She lives in Northern California with her family and runs a
couple science fiction and fantasy reading groups. She can be found online at marielherbert.wordpress.com.
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