Little old lady
tells me she was a stripper
...during the war years.
'A pretty darn good one too...
...loved every minute of it! ”
Snow falls on marble.
An angel cries in the night
then all is white...quiet.
Snow blown by a biting wind
clings to a grave stone.. your name.
Thumb print...so distinct
on the window pane after
you have gone...you’ve gone!
And I look out at the world
through its haze of lines...blind...blind.
Hen Night - A Haiku
Ah! Book! Book! Book! Book!
Chickens discuss favourite
authors, eggs & cocks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem