Poetry

Frieda: Haiku by Abigail George

Image: tourist_on_earth via Flickr

Ted Hughes

Weave your poetry – shamanic-wisdom
And not by accident it will prosper long-after-you-are-dead.
For-all-the-raw-cutting-edge-of-the-world-to-see.

#######

Assia Wevill

She slipped – she didn’t fall-like-a-body-or-wreck
Could have been a striking pageant-beauty-queen-in-a-magazine.
An anonymous-connection-with-men. Bewitched them.

#######

Sylvia Plath

Flame. Troubled. Gossamer-hair. Flawed-and-most-powerful.
Saint. Perhaps-she-didn’t-know she possessed daydreamer wings.
The tunnel-though-was-infinite – a contract.

#######

Shura

Child-lost-forever-in-time she never grew-up.
She must have heard them screaming-badly-to-this-day-even-in-her-coffin.
Frieda-and-Nicky Kilimanjaro-and-Everest-forever playing hide-and-seek.

#######

Nicholas

Little-Buddha-eating-cheese-on-toast. Eye-on-the-cauldron. Ill. Ill. Ill.
Rest your head, a bird’s nest, tomorrow-you-will-go-on-living-in-another-realm.
You have missed out on-nothing-of-significance.

#######

Alaska

I do not have gills-but-I-wish-that-I-did.
Like fish at-the-end-of-their journey in their-river-of-convenience.
There were slits and God.

#######

Frieda

Profit, lily, soul.
Purse, emptiness, hardboiled egg.
And-so-do-Eden’s flowers wilt.

#######

Envy

Weakened. Frozen. Sight-hurts-and-can-sometimes-be-most-earth-shattering.
My wonder, my lamb, my forget-me-not-and-my-yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.
There is a great deal-of-envy-in-flesh.

#######

© Abigail George
Image: tourist_on_earth

Please leave a comment...

*