─ january 2005 ─
Written with haiku
friends
Gabriel Rosenstock, Norman Darlington
John W Sexton, Sean MacMathuna
and Mave O’Sullivan
on a walk at Iveagh Garden, Dublin
Norman:
atop the first weeds
snowdrops
and a sprinkling of rain
poets with their notebooks
geiger-counting
haikai essence
a waft of elder
the boy
practices aikido
three fates spin and weave
last sunlight on the skyline
arriving home -
a fellow poet's hat
in my bag
John W:
ducks at rest
moving their feet
to stay still
overgrown garden -
the stone god's urn
spilling ivy
darkened water...
on rotting leaves
coins in their own light
Gabriel:
the winter sun
ravishes a bare tree
trunk and limbs
simply old - or defaced?
a garden statue
vies with the rowan
fothraigh bhréige
Ghairdíní Uíbh Eachach -
canann éan, go faon
the built-in ruins
of the Iveagh
Gardens -
a bird sings faintly
Maeve:
no berries
red berries
yellow berries
- holly along the path
rose garden
with no blooms
now the closing bell
entrance to the box maze
tempting
but time's up
watery grotto
huge fern fronds
but no Virgin
Seán Mac:
Haikus - hurray for cherry blossom
no room for nettles
or the fallen gods
in shadow-land
you're the guy
on the ground
in shadow land
real trees push
through the grass
in Iveagh gardens
shadows big enough
to have their own shadows
Haiga by Norman Darlington
Original photo by Yuji Tomobe
http://www.jsdi.or.jp/~ytom