My day in haiku
(that's seventeen syllables;
five, seven and five) | |
| | Wake as the dawn breaks
grey, damp and miserable
Kettle on... mug... tea |
The forecast's worsened,
rain now expected all day
but this won't stop me | | |
| | Out for a paper.
Seven coins are surrendered
— a rare use of cash |
Bow's streets are quiet;
a few folk at the bus stop,
occasional cars | |
| | Queues at the drive-through
for coffee and McMuffins
(cereal's passé) |
A concrete mixer
speeds up the arterial
straight through a puddle | |
| | You step to the left,
I divert into the road.
Distancing ballet |
The Carpenters Arms.
Windows boarded. Is it dead
or hibernating? | |
| | Four naked lift cores.
One's 8 storeys, then 7,
21 and 12 |
Westfield's lights twinkle,
the tree's up and baubles glow,
but no shoppers come | |
| | Broken umbrella,
spokes askew and handle snapped
in a stack of tyres |
Cluster of fungi
(too ugly for Instagram)
around foot of tree | |
| | | The 339 bus
meanders passengerless
through QEOP |
Middle-aged cyclists
out for a Saturday ride
blocking the footbridge | |
| | Hey Mr Squirrel,
hope you stashed enough away.
Nut season's over |
Please Use Zebra Cross-
ing To The Left As Footpath
On The Right Is Closed | |
| | Council streetsweeper
bagging leaves, fighting autumn,
losing the battle |
Home before more rain,
horizons still limited.
Kettle on... mug... tea | |
| | Lay back in the bath.
Thumping bass leaks from nextdoor,
stompy child above |
Done half the crossword.
10 across is 'amigo'
but 5 down baffles | |
| | Blogged about roundels.
Email arrives from artist.
Cheers Maud and good luck! |
After the sun sets
fairy lights in the hallway
brighten my passage | |
| | I miss gas cooking.
My pasta now boils over,
damn you electric. |
Old cassette, press play:
Twilight Cafe, Fade To Grey,
Einstein-A-Go-Go | |
| | Guy Fawkes was last week
so why the fireworks, unless...
Ah yes Divali |
Yay, Blackadder 2!
I've seen it dozens of times,
but still brilliant | |
Your day in haiku
click to add your poetry
(the best seventeen) | | On annual leave
Woke up at five anyway
Pissing down with rain | | Snooze: ten more minutes.
Another ten. Another.
Half eleven? Yikes! |
Self-isolation
Only nine days left until
I can leave the house | |
Veg box to use up
I should eat that aubergine
Bloody beetroot too | |
Strictly Come Dancing
Was enjoyable this week
Saturday highlight |
Dinner with a friend
Takeaway pizza and wine
Cold bench by the Thames | |
Covent Garden tree
Trafalgar fountains in lights
Twinkly but so damp. | |
new East Wick café
has pallets on the ceiling
It's a look, I guess. |
Cats scatter in fright!
Neighbours' rockets exploding
in torrential rain | |
Cat is sick. Plan to
Take her to the vet. But she
Quickly recovers | |
Gas cooking is best
Simmering is no problem
Off means off - no sweat |
Ditch is flowing fast
Windfall apples rushing past
Where will they all go? | |
My fence has blown down
No post to look forward to
I go back to bed | |
Hard graft all morning
Clearing parkland's greenery
Getting wet, again. |
The grass is now cut
I had kept putting it off
Hope it does not die | |
mellow fruitfulness
taking stuff to compost heap -
but who will use it? | |
Drink my coffee and
sit at the computer to
read diamond geezer |
