Haiku, Senryu - Wandering

 

MORE EXTREMELY SMALL POEMS BY PAM ...

 

Great grey lake, your hills
yawn from long excursions, towns
wet with souvenirs

( Lake Maggiore 14/7/01)

Volcanic dusk falls
swallows towns flies dark swift feeds
clover's tiny lamps

(by the pool 14/07/01)

Cloud-copying peaks -
Vesuvio, Verzasca,
Veils of Everest

(journey to Milan 19/7/01)

 

Buffeted, sprayed, joy
Braced for wind over lake - look
How bamboos curtsey!

(Isola de Brissago, on 'Capriola', 20/7/01)

 

 

The land is getting
Tall. Mountainous trees. Sheep kneel,
Clouds greet ripe heather

(into Snowdonia August 16th 2002)

 

Betws, Christmas frost
Moonlight over Mercedes
What dizzy arcades!

(18th December 2002 after magic drive!)

 

Blaenau late - rain, slate,
sleet, waste shale,train hail, Wales wheels
blindly through blue tales

 

Jigsaw cows, fierce gold
Furze banked high on speedwell sky
The pied house is sold

Silent moor so high
We bump our heads on the sky
If we fall, we die

(returning from Ffestiniog over Migneint, autumn 2003)

 

Winter filigree -
Stack, tree, plant, pylon; by night
Palaces of light

 

The frisky sea
BMW sport
White horses

Eyes tuned to rogue stone,
Rock ribbed, curls in cleft strata -
Mind the dragons' teeth!

Bright silhouettes
Succumbing to pier pressure
Small ices dripping

North, peacock ocean;
Turning South - mountainous Wales
In shimmering waves

(28/3/04-Llandudno pier)

 

Sheep back to back
Not speaking.
Beware of lambs!

Through the windscreen
A postcard of Ingleborough
No need to stop

 

Going away -
Watching the evening news
In another room

(27/5/04, Askrigg)

 

Foxgloves are spotted inside -
Next to the
Couch potatoes

The rapture of May !
Her buttercup thighs spread wide
Swaledale receives us

(28/5/04)

 

The Yorkshire Dales -
Dry stone, wagtails, copper beech,
Cow Parsley. Squashed rabbits.

(27-29/5/04)

 

May - white bridal dream,
Ferns, green overarching green,
Gifts of clotted cream

(the Dales, May 2004)

 

In birthday pink
Great flat drifts from haven to
Heaven of sweet thrift

(Lindisfarne causeway 31/5/04)

 

Above  Glossop
The heavy swell of the moors
Space to stretch the soul

(4/6/4)

 

Into the mountains,
Asking the way - the farmer
Stinks of cigarettes

(5/6/4)

 

Through my eyelids red
Glows then amber then green - dark
Follows. Going home.

(18/06/04-coach from Liverpool)

 

Wales wild under cloud
Sprinkled with sheep, splashed with  cows
Green green grass of home

(29/06/04-leaving for Gillingham)

 

Ferry in the rain
Catbells a cauldron, Lodore
And time in spate

(12/08/04)

 

Driving through country
In which I long to stand still
And root with the trees

(August 2004)

 

Suddenly drive through
A Simon Palmer painting,
Cathedral of trees

On Bowland summit
Sheep grazing in cloud
Into the unknown

(August 9th 2004)

 

Honister sunswept
Studded  scarlet with rowan
Awe is redefined

(September 23rd 2004)

 

Undulating dusk -
Childhood journeys returning
Village by village

(18/02/05- 17h30, nearly @ Scarboro')

 

April - the colours!
Bluebell sky, Great Orme gorse-lit,
In such peacock sea!

(15/04/05)

 

On the seaside train,
Racing the straight seaside road,
A passenger waves

(27/06/05-going to Coventry)

 

June water-meadows,
Many-coloured horses drinking,
My life flashing past

(27/06/05-approaching Rugby)

 

Through twin trees, harebells -
Carrying clouds shoulder-high
The Ben broods on blue

(7-8 Aug 2005 Loch Eil)

 

Huge gold sun cloud-crowned
Behind twinkling Runcorn
Crowding birds wing home

(20/01/06-driving back from Altcourse)

 

Trail-blazing at dusk
Flights west grazing my mountains.
Below, slow lights home.

(20/01/06-driving back from Altcourse)

The poet returns,
Hugged by mountains, rain-rapt, past
Roped to the future

(Keswick Aug.5th 2007)

 

Untame everything -
park to Wilderness, soft ride
to battle-hard sole

(Cumbria 6/8/2007)

Dangerous corner,
Ice-cream van ready to pounce,
Cones all down the road!

(Cumbria 7/8/2007)

 

youth oblivious
treks Lakeland, grey knees crack,
real folk farm in wonder

(Cumbria 7/8/2007)

 

Over the high fells
Every hill has its own cloud
Every tree its shade

(to Ullswater 9/8/2007)

 

We leave. The fells weep.
Keswick goes on without us.
My heart is breaking.

(11/8/2007)

Big as the Sun
Slow in the evening mist
One balloon, setting

(Holyhead train 21/09/08)

 

The echo of rock -
Hoof on shale on stone - Fissure:
Blinding citadels!

(14/03/10.  the passage to Petra)