A Few Winter Haiku and Tanka

1.

I move the orchid,
window to table and back,
needing its pink face --
freckled, blushing --
its gold heart nearby,
beating the grey days.

 

2.

Day's strange beginning:
hot water immersion, steam,
sunrise on hard ice.

 

3.

The hallway's a beach--
squares of afternoon sun
like towels on the floor.
Snow-glare burns my closed eyelids:
red iris-image, then blue.

 

(I generally write these on Twitter, where a number of people explore the 140-character limit by writing micropoetry, haikus, tanka and free verse. If you're interested in that, you can follow me here and find others through my list.)

Comments

[Rachel Barenblat]

These are gorgeous, Beth.

[Vivian]

Ah that little face! Those beach squares! framing the ice/steam (no wonder Iceland fascinates you)

[Beth]

Thank you, Rachel!

Thanks, Vivian. Yes -- you're right, though I am no longer fascinated with this particular winter in Montreal!