*
flowers, soft petals
the provocation of bees –
stamens, quivering
*
© Gail Foster 22nd May 2018
haiku
© Gail Foster 10th May 2018
burning for justice
the weather, today
overcast, with a high chance
of riots and rain
dark clouds, gathering
tall towers and tipping points
enemies within
cities, simmering
angry hearts of righteous men
burning for justice
behind closed doors, committees
talk damage limitation
© Gail Foster 16th June 2017
Easter Sunday; Devizes
for John (Ted) Dexter
*
no cars on the road
all of the town sofa bound
food lulled and sleeping
…
walking home, a man
evensong’s slow gentle peace
on him like monks’ robes
…
old man and poet
meet in quiet communion
by the graveyard gate
…
souls of the same shade
in unspoken fellowship
watching the birds fly
…
on the bridge, silence
white blossom, silver water
Easter Sunday light
*
© Gail Foster 17th April 2017
The Souls of Spring’s Children
*
softly, whispering
featherfalls on silent stone
winter, gravity
…
lost in the fog, birds
grieving morning voicelessly
remembering love
…
dead diamonds, ditches
glittering cold promises
fossil furrow froze
…
darkness, deepening
the womb and the grave hiding
secrets and shadows
…
in the ground, waiting
the souls of springs children sing
muffled lullabies
*
© Gail Foster 2016
winter tide; a haiku
damn you, winter tide
leaving behind in your wake
shells on shores of spring
*
by gail
Journey to London, August 1st
Thoughts on Public Transport
Pewsey Hills
mist of Vale rising
unclothing hills of ivory
revealing glory
Wroughton
Over
Wrought
On
The
Bus
The Train Cuckoo
In the Reserved seats,
elsewhere by fate diverted,
invisible men;
weather, lover’s bed or grave?
What cares the cuckoo for why?
by Gail
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