ff % 243 Group haiku. (May 2005)
bf=blackie fortuna, EC=Empty Chairs, LP=Lord Pineapple, SLM=Sophie Lucy Morgan (aged 10), RTT=The Reverend Tobias Trontby, Vicar of Shawthwaite, TW=Tiffy Witherington.
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waiting for the fur cones to open out on the heater (SLM)
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on the tiny island noticing every flower (RTT)
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together, the dog and I clean up after the barbecue. (TW)
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a dripping tap… the only sound in the old chapel (RTT)
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it is not the wasp’s fault, it did not know I was blind (EC)
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the spider weaves an haiku on my cardboard bed (bf)
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with my tears I christen the still-born baby (RTT)
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plastic flowers, I feed with a duster (TW)
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Christmas morning: a father steer’s his son’s new bike (LP)
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frozen river: the duck pecks at the ice (SLM)
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daybreak. I wash my hands in the snow (bf)
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a pressed flower falls out of her bible (RTT)
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making daisy-chains out of buttercups (SLM)
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“isn’t my dress a pretty colour!” the child cries. “red” whispers my friend (EC)
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after the fire dies, the stray cat yawns and vanishes. winter moon (bf)
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white blossom? snow? white blossom? (LP)
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cricket on the village green. i just pass around the teas (RTT)
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I take out my wrapped sandwiches and pigeons fly in (LP)
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in the church hall children are singing. I tend my garden with joy (RTT)
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I shoo the wasp from my lemonade. it flies into mummy’s and I cry (SLM)
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my touch goes dim. I look. a moth (bf)
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her book marked. she never did read the last chapter. my mother. (LP)
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the spider web is a cat’s cradle in the crown of my hands (SLM)
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In the shop doorway, myself, a box, a flea (bf)
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sweeping up wet confetti, look up, see the rainbow (RTT)
Terry Cuthbert.
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Rain
Sheltering under a tree.
A stray dog joins me.
We look at each other and we each sigh.
This was to be the perfect day.
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Marie St. Denis.
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