Dusk, and the moon rises,
nicotiana scent wafts
with evening jasmine.
Polly Stretton © 2020
This is the sixtieth Haiku that I’ve posted on a daily basis since napowrimo 2020, and it’s also the last day of June, a good place to pause for the time being as I focus on my new collections of poetry ‘The Alchemy of 42’ and ‘Growing Places’ – look out for them – and thank you for reading and following.
Faeries in dark dells,
blue-green dragonflies for rides,
the queen rules the fae.
Polly Stretton © 2020
She leaves, then he leaves
more apart than together,
inevitable.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Weather out the storm
whenever the weather does
thunder and lightning
Polly Stretton © 2020
The cloistered geese honk
they stink to highest heaven;
enclosed bee hives too!
Polly Stretton © 2020
Enjoy ‘Opal Fruits’
made to make your mouth water,
‘Tooty Frooties’ too.
Polly Stretton © 2020
With acknowledgement to teepublic.com
They would not send roots,
my sweetpea seeds, they lingered,
waited for the sun.
Polly Stretton © 2020
With acknowledgement to thompson-morgan.com
Carmine, cardinal,
vermillion, scarlet, wine;
burgundy be mine.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Dandelion faeries
dance to most mystical tunes
murmuring rhythms
Dragon breath is hot,
dragon scales are dry and hot,
dragon, when scared, cries.
Polly Stretton © 2020
So sorry, I duplicated a previous Haiku by mistake…now corrected (!)
Carp catching the rays,
warmth at the top of the lake
see them sun worship.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Cool, Gauloises Disque Bleu,
elegant, show-off smoking
for nicotine buffs.
Polly Stretton © 2020
‘In The Summertime’
Mungo Jerry ever means
summertime to me
Polly Stretton © 2020
I love the robin
it’s a special little bird
my favourite friend
Polly Stretton © 2020
A concept, a thought
we try to grasp and control,
elusive minutes.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Lyra shows her faces
gibbous moon beams with shadows
over the threshold
Polly Stretton © 2020
Patio set paint.
Green? Red? Blue? What shade to do?
Something soothing ‘eh?
Polly Stretton © 2020
Shoes, in bygone days,
specifically mules, were called
pantables. Great word.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Maud van den Broecke’s reproduction of Anne Somerset’s mules, known as pantables.
Fly swat, fly paper,
insecticide in a spray,
all lead to decay.
Polly Stretton © 2020
Sleep deprivation,
insomnia, starvation
of good vibrations
Polly Stretton © 2020
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