Me after 5 weeks of lockdown and no haircut…Well, you can dream! My last unaired haiku, dredged out of the archives, isn’t exactly topical either; having a Christmas focus. So, let’s “spread the goodies” (which as my family know, is Mum’s favourite saying ). It will improve with keeping, like a ripening cheese.
Is there such a thing as a ripened haiku, I wonder?
Instead, here’s another poem to brighten up this grey, rainy day: It’s of the same vintage as Summer Days and Villanelle. Son, if you stumble across this, I hope you’re not too embarrassed to meet your 7 year old self again. This was you and your friend, J, playing your favourite make-believe. Do you remember Paper Guys?
Who needs Lego or Playmobil!
Two small boys
unlocking the door to another place
Precious scraps hoarded like gold;
Clash of scissors!
Pale corpses litter the carpet
Vacuum shrieks back, defeated;
breath crumpling in dust-covered lungs.
Changing their cardboard cut outs
for Love, Hate, Life and Death;
A world is formed
By our “Paper Guys.”