(i) September View over the Park
Today’s long rainfall:
tin ribbons trying to hide
yesterday’s gold trees...
(ii) Westgate Terrace
Medieval terraced
homes of the privileged rich
with less stuff than us.
(iii) Millponds
Loops in time. No ships
but the white sailors
with feathers and beaks.
(iv) Main Street
Eight markets each month
and Wisebuys, Wisebuys, Wisebuys! !
Down-hill, laden with bags.
(v) Estuary Dam
From four o’clock, kids
from the big school in the Dock
storm across the sluice.
(vi) Info for Tourists. (not really a proper haiku, but still)
Most people who live
in Monkton have never been
inside the castle,
outside of Wales, or
onto a plane that flies to foreign shores.
Under the radar.
(vii) View from my own window, through rain (also not really haiku)
Who else puts a vase of sunflowers on a blue cloth
on a table, outside -
under the prayer flags, limp with rain –
to fake her own view of cheerful flowers?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem