Tis the blog’s tenth anniversary and since we start in the dawn of the year, I would like to offer you a string of seasonal haiku penned within these past few years.
First light –
Two hooded crows
found breakfast at Fladdabister.
#haiku fae #60N #geopoetics
The edge –
samurai’s sword,
dawn redefined the horizon.
#haiku fae #60N #geopoetics
Crisp –
icicles clad every pavement,
Bressay bathes in pink & blue.
#haiku fae #60N #geooetics
Kirk –
an austere house biggit by man
to park their folk into one faith.
#haiku fae #60N
Happiness –
as magical as Geminids,
furtive shooting stars in winter.
#haiku fae #60N
Imbolc –
from indigo dawn to snowflakes,
Brigid’s spirit rises from ice.
#haiku fae #60N #geopoetics
Look at
our planet as a peach –
that wee layer right at the top
is where we walk…
#geopoetics fae #60N
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Ice Age
in absence of your human warmth,
I feel heart from wandering
wolf that
trudges through
silent snowflakes, still
framed icicles from a sky,
once forgotten
as they
touch down.
I
without
one
never makes 2.
Will be looking for
long shadows, howling echoes
around Yule, since I ran
away from the
pack.
Sandwick, 8 Dec 2013
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60N Yule
When sky awakes,
smell green of pine, cinnamon night,
Yule has its ghouls,
gales and gold
gifts.
#micropoetry fae #60N
———— Lerwick, 16 Dec 2013
Mother Night –
dreamer of
light,
clad inside lace,
whatever crescent of the moon.
-//————————– 20 Dec 2013
Upside down world –
icicles inside Everglades,
power from the polar vortex.
#haiku #geopoetics fae #60N
Arctic vortex –
Stalactites downtown
Manhattan,
the latest trend in media world.
#geopoetics fae #60N
Polar vortex –
16 km up in air,
where jet streams yield to 60N
#geopoetics fae #60N
—————–/————- 8 Jan 2014
WonderWorld
Who wants a world filled with silence and
empty
chairs, where
shadows hang coats on
slate roofs, and bold
divas sing to
slugs,
snails and
sniggering starlings on
starved snow?
Don’t tell me twice,
winter wanders like a brother
without socks, shoes or
wooly hat.
He’s
just aware of
my glowing green
solitude you too can glean on
every blade in a garden
left to wild gales.
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Come to
Mareel when all is dark;
its gentle light
shines
through the surface of raindrops,
slides against panes of
icy glass,
as
music
feeds high moon and
tide – as she keeps
her voice in
a jar…
Cette
conversation de
l’absurde.
——————————- 8 Jan 2014
Winterlight 60N –
in between first light & pale blue,
fire Phoenix above Mousa.
#haiku fae #60N #geopoetics
—-11 Jan 2014
Bressay sprinkled with icicles,
blackbird hides –
a little closer to Norway.
— 17 Nov 2016
With seasonal greetings fae Nordicblackbird at 60N.
nordicblackbird 