─ april
2005 ─
Written
with haiku friends
Christine Broe, Sean Brophy, David
Butler,
Glenda Cimino, Norman Darlington,
Jim Norton, Maeve O'Sullivan,
Maurice O'Sullivan and Ruth
O’Sullivan
on a walk at
Killiney Hill on Saturday 2 April 2005
Norman Darlington:
spring ginko —
last year's mud
on my boots
river bridge —
a fishing float
on the budding blackthorn
Sliabh Buí's gorse aglow —
who's not writing poetry
this morning?
by an unnamed river
barbed wire tangled
on an old oak
a couple laugh
over old arguments...
I eavesdrop alone
blackthorn in bloom
my hand reaches
for my chin
Photo: Norman Darlington
Haiku: Ruth O'Sullivan
Jim Norton:
the famous view
obscured by sea-fog:
whitethorn blossoms
an old pine:
just a little Spring warmth
juices flow
boot-scrapings
drying in Spring sun
lightfoot lads
Photo and haiku: Christine Broe
Christine Broe:
Newborn chestnut leaves
Limp umbrellas waiting
To shade summer
Bike on the hilltop
Its wheels make blind eyes
Of the sun
Two doves sway asleep
On a line above the quarry
Climbers hang on
Photo and haiku: Christine Broe
David Butler:
Chestnut chrysalis
- membranes of green wings
emerge
from sticky pupa
Ruth O’Sullivan:
ivy entwines
around uprooted tree
life after death
after brief shade
sunlight through leaves
dapples path
footsteps and birdsong
siren in the distance
panting dog passes
spring sunshine
Daedalus gets ready
to fly
shrub guards sapling
frail and growing
rock face nearby
shrouded trees loom
through afternoon mist
sea shines
windless sea
white schooner drifts
seagulls swoop
Photo: Christine Broe
Haiku: Maeve O'Sullivan
Sean Brophy:
Crinkled leaves drooping...
about to fall
on dewy grass
Killiney Bay surf
kisses the strand_
Gorse hugs the hill
DART thunders
through Killiney station_
Springtime listeners
Rotting tree stump
moss covered_
A beetle busy
and this combination that one
colleague at the workshop suggested was an epiphany and another said it
had the making of a senryu or tanka if worked on some more:
Where did Killiney
come from, a little girl asks
From the ice age dear!
Whats an ice age mammy
Is it a movie?
Maurice O'Sullivan:
in the autumn of life
climbing Killiney Hill
- still a spring in the step
from this granite seat
green trees shrouded in mist
abundant yellow gorse.
Maeve O'Sullivan:
furze flowers
cutting through their sweet smell -
birdsong
view of the bay
this breezy spot
balmier today
Killiney Hill
a south-bound DART
snakes into gorse
taking a leak
by the Telegraph Tower
-
one of our members
out of the silence
her disembodied voice:
“I FOUND THE CLIMBERS!”
Photo: Christine Broe
Haiku: Maeve O'Sullivan
Glenda Cimino:
wrong turn past the bridge
a scurry in the bushes
my feet go faster.
boat plows its furrow
disappears into blueness
neither sky nor sea.
eyes closed, wings folded
Daedalus waits by the gate-
does he mourn his son?
stone seats match the steps,
walls curved so naturally
they grow from the earth.
tang of wild garlic
growing on the sea cliff edge.
my dog would love this.
making our wishes
walking around monuments
not afraid of heights.
gorse flowers fog sea
lovers on a bench look out
framed in the sunlight.
stolid stone tea house
by metal gates - suddenly
Daedalus, in flight!