Cooking “Haiku”

it is snowing outside

peeling sprouts,

the layers of a season

 

bashful potatoes blush.

their red faces

surrender to nakedness

 

twelve sausages

now in a pan

oiled with summer’s scent

 

these slippery elvers

flow over the weir.

an olive branch bows

 

the world needs

an ointment, a salve

something virgin, and new

 

soon they will marry

the butters, now churned

with a little pepper

 

peasant fare

on a winter’s night

a sample of, the simple

 

the log store

understands emptiness

and so replenishes

 

now for some fire

to make a meal

handsome out of it

 

the alchemist stirs

and out the cauldron

there is food!!

Lantern Jack

Dank tendrils of

a misty miasma

caress the land

somehow, ill at ease

 

Padding soft across

all the shaven fields

haunting the crows

out gathering seed

 

Jack-o’-lantern lights

the marshy bogs at night

homesick as he patrols

the cusp of all the twilight

 

Between the copse

and the meadows

playing hide and seek

with memories

 

Ready or not

here he comes

deep in the furrows of time

ploughed and furled

 

Collecting the flints

and chalking deeds

haunting the daylights

out of all the living

 

He flickers in between

will-o’-the-wisp

a faerie, pixie light,

torches in the breeze

 

Close the windows

lock the doors

lest he blow

dream-dust in your ears

 

Reaping wheaten loaves

the catcher in the rye

bakes drum rolls

in a timpani oven

 

Palming dream grains

in his cauldron fingers

blowing dragon breath

upon fading embers

 

To ease the Phoenix

the ashes out

teasing the tears

of a forlorn dawn

 

Jack is abroad

with his magic sack

sprinkle, sprinkle, all

dreams to twinkle

 

Hush the rush

the lantern comes

to plant seeds

in the clouds of thought

 

His pantry always full

unscrews the jar

kept many winter through

and places the dreams

 

In his magic flute

to key finger threads

upon the duvet downs

that still doze, dozy

 

Jack-o’-lantern lights

sleepy hollow

and starts their dreams

their dreams for tomorrow

 

As he tip-toes past

he checks off the names

from his shopping list

granting each a single wish

 

Now with the call of dawn

the reeds and peat

whisper him back to bed

and lay down his weary head

 

For Jack must again dream

his pantry full

and pack his sack

before the mist will call and pull

 

For lantern Jack

there is no rest

must sow all those dreams

from his magic sack.