Midsummer madness!
Bald head browning, not quite burnt;
must remember hat.
First posted 20th June 2014.
Midsummer madness!
Bald head browning, not quite burnt;
must remember hat.
First posted 20th June 2014.
A bracing beach walk:
sand and shingle alternate,
scrunch joins surf’s roar.
Lone seagull mews overhead;
breezes cool my heated brain.
A tanka in remembrance of a recent holiday
I reached for a thriller
as holiday beach reading,
my spine a whole lot chiller
while corpses lay a-bleeding:
What evil under the sun?
I confess to no remorse:
‘And Then There Were None’
by grande dame Christie, of course!
A response to a fine tweet by Neil Philip, folklorist:
sibillant squeals,
insistent, persistent:
parent-pestering young gull,
close-following, food-demanding,
noisome, brain-numbing:
nature’s survival ploy
seconds tick, cries continue,
minutes pass with constant mews;
unsated hunger; wanders wide;
wonder of wonders! parent flies,
youngster follows, peace returns:
save for surf’s hiss, bliss now reigns
but I still hear it