Irises make me happy

I planted a bulb 3 years ago and this is the first time it has flowered. I am posting a poem I wrote in 2000 in celebration.

 For Ogawa Shushiki 1669 – 1725

Iris colours bloom
Twenty-first century home
Visions of Heaven.

Dreamer of my dream
Haiku and cookie mistress
Long ago Japan.

Kakitsubata*
Eternal for the poet
Woken from life’s dream.

Wait in the iris garden
‘Til our purple lips shall kiss.

* Kakitsubata – Rabbit-eared iris

Sadness

April

Pink

Moon

Phlox

Pink

Moss

Roxy’s

Pink

Sapphire’s

lost

doesn’t mean

the Love

is less.

The Cherries are blossoming late this year.

I’ll wait for you; you know where.

For Gavin Hudson

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How does your garden grow?

In Aleppo

the boy

overwhelmed by an adult medic’s coat

tends  the wounded and dying.

Blood has become like water to me.

A shell falls.

Rebel soldiers stealthily tread through rubble

while boys and girls play marbles, skipping, table-football,

in streets battered like crushed cockle shells

as if falling shells were silver bells

and streams of blood were waterfalls

as if the sacred river wasn’t sullied

by blood of bloated bodies,

hands bound behind their backs

before their execution.

Blood has become like water to me.

Shells fall,

rain falls

on corpses.

Blood has become like water to me.

Hundreds of shells fall

and yet you refused to leave your home,

determined to stay and tend your geraniums

in Damascus.

Going into Sheffield City Centre for One Billion Rising:


http://www.vday.org/node/3040

If they had starlight cameras

not closed circuit TV

then maybe they would get to see us

side by side and holding hands and staring up

awaiting

shooting stars.

Nemesis

Gatecrasher One was gutted by flames and now

 a river’s rushing towards Wicker Arches.