Haiku na Seachtaine
Full moon rising…
The navy-blue night
hangs an orange lantern high
between two black pines
(31/08/18)
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The night is quiet in West Cork…
A distant dog’s barks
reinforce the night’s silence.
Sounds of…nothing else.
(24/08/18)
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Waiting for the mackerel run…
Eagle-eyed circling.
Dark waves hide salty secrets.
A gannet plummets.
(17/08/18)
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Hypnotised by midnight reflections…
The sea’s moon-glitter
plays like a film on the screen
of bedroom ceiling.
(10/08/18)
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Dawn commands…
From the tallest tree,
rook chief gives the day’s orders.
In loud triplicate.
(03/08/18)