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!!

The Other Bank

On the other bank
out of reach
Pride’s grimace
forbids it

Not a finger
can span
nor lift
that spell

No salve
nor ointment
for the bitter
Juniper berries

The ambitious debris
slate black scree
weeping cold
on the mountainside

The fitting seizure
of a moment passed
a crushed portcullis
slams

Not an ounce
of blood
most vital
to the eyes

And that egret
eats sticklebacks
once again
and forever

Armitage Shanks™

Dressed in his resplendent uniform
and his white silken gloves
each with three buttons
he shines porcelain daily

He places ancient scrolls of parchment
in the sacred reading cubicles
he wets the terracotta dreams and waxes
filling all the phials with ointment

He tinctures the air with incense
and places floral offerings in the vase
he cleans each shining altar with love
adding Naptha where it is needed

Cleanliness is his obsession
and soon they will visit his shrine
the one he cares for day after day
spick and span, spick and span

He knows his place.

Soon the Temple doors will open
and they will flock for confession
for some welcome release on their journey
just passing through, passing through

He knows that they cannot see him
untouchable the Brahmin in his Soul
does what he must always do
he shines porcelain daily

He buffs the vanity mirrors
and fills all the machines with fayre
adding blue pills and plastic
which perhaps, they might later wear.

He knows his place.

And when his shift is done
he reads Nietzsche in the night
and Lao Tze at dawn
he worries at the fading of his sight

As the eight bells toll at five
once more he becomes alive
he shuffles off the duvet warm
and reveilles at his alarm

Dressed in his resplendent uniform
and his white silken gloves
each with three buttons
he shines porcelain daily

He knows his place.

A Most Unnerving Love

Without heat
Or coals of passion
As a feather
Sailing a tendril breeze

No demands
Or pressing
Past all the senses
Unseen, unnerving

Somehow so close
A wafting memory
Familiar from…
Before the dawn of birth

Ephemeral, formless
A fuzzy peach
On the hackles,
A mystic dew

No handles
No levers
Unhurried and free
No price, no condition

Piercing softly
Deep profound
The fabric through
And, without curtains

Unnerving subtle
Yet Marianas strong
Pulls the hidden umbilical
A tug of war

The timorous heart
Knows, it knows
That certain mind
Runs for the hills

Raw fresh nectar
Startles
Longed for
Forbidden

No name
To call it
A Soular yearning
And an ache

The spirit
Leaves his raindrops
Perfect earth she catches
Open palmed

Most unnerving
This fragile love
Beyond the known
And now, home

The Mirror of Justice {noumenon}

A noumenon

sensed by all

feared by many,

awaits and patiently


To gaze unready

is to quake,

its palantir eyes

always abroad


No squirming justification

no wriggling excuse

face to face

unyielding


The movie of life

in black and white

played for you

over and over


Learn you will

but how?

unwilling and denying

or open and receptive


After the mirror

two shillings

for the ferryman

and not before

April “Haiku”

with full Sakurai

my fresh carbon footprints

on a sparkle diamond dew!

***

the heavenly scent

freshly cut grass

invigorates nascent dawn

***

air traffic control

stacks the birds high

a sunflower breakfast

***

the pressure of leaves

waiting for birth

an incoming tide of green

***

tiny blue flowers

assemble on mass

one radiant carpet together

***

the orchard rejoices

the pendant spring

with its garlands of blossom