Narrow Road (11) – Haiku – December 19, 2015

tiny lagoon
reflecting summer’s beauty
rain drops fall

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem #881 following Basho into the deep north: Mount Atsumi; a hot day’s sun; Kisagata silk tree

A hot day’s sun
taken into the sea
by the Mogami River

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Kisagata silk tree
is a Chinese beauty in the rain
a sleeping flower

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

Kisagata ya ami ni Seishi ga nebu no hana

Kisagata rain
with the Chinese beauty asleep
a silk tree in bloom

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

silk tree blossoms
in a soothing summer rain
trembling in silence
so fragile,
in a summer breeze

© Chèvrefeuille

Dark Blue Velvet Memories – Prose Poem – November 20, 2015

summer 1987_4

The dawn, yet to come – the sky is dark blue velvet and the wind whispers of the sea, these all speak to me of you.  You who loved to wind-surf on the sea, you who made sculptures with me out of jetsam and then we combed the sand as though it was a young girl’s tresses,  like Japanese monks.

The sea, so many long years ago, another velvety predawn.

A shepherd passed with his sheep each morning.  We awoke to the sound of the bell sheep, the others bleating behind it.  The shepherd always smiled at us, maybe thinking that we were a little crazy to sleep on the sand wrapped up in sleeping bags when we had a perfectly good tent set up.

“‘Giorno!” he’d say tipping his hat then he’d follow his sheep never looking back.

summer 1987_2

The days were hot and the sun intense, so we built a shelter of old straw mats, reeds and wood we’d found on the beach or just beyond the beach, in a sort of tangled grove.  We bought two folding chairs and during the hottest part of the day we sheltered, until the tide rose.

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And after a day of swimming and surfing, when the night came, we played our harmonicas as we waited for our dinner to cook over the open fire.  We drank our wine, talked for hours and then  made love under the stars to the sound of the waves on the shore.

wisteria sky

this blue velvet sky
is turning purple now
the sea – far away
I walk along the lake – there
a lone surfer sails at dawn

© G.s.k. ‘15




Sunday Scribblings 2 – Velvet


Morning haiku and waka – August 12, 2015

country roadold dog
howling mournfully
in early morn
low and trembling
so’s not to wake anyone

this silence
interrupted by a song
the lark calls

cooing doves
under my neighbour’s roof tiles
making loving sounds
waves of rose scented wind
brighten this morning.

thorns and brambles
strewn along life’s pathway …
put on your shoes
unless your feet are callused
by walking on a hard road

© G.s.k. ‘15

Through the Window – Haiku – August 6, 2015


all along the street
the silence of closed windows
summer vacation

through the window
pungent perfumes of summer
rosemary and thyme

slow moving shadows
on the drawn window shades
fluttering moths

a gentle wind blows
through the open window
glass wind chimes jingle

© G.s.k. ‘15

Suzuran (Lilly of the Valley) – July 25, 2015

silently grow near the roses
muted beauty

tumbling lilies
fairy bells in the garden
under starlight
meditating the flashing
of lightning in the mountains

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for:

 Carpe Diem #782 Suzuran (Lilly of the Valley)

Ichigo (Strawberry) – Tanka/Haibun – July 24, 2015

sweet caresses
laying in Nemi’s woods
our basket full
of tiny strawberries
and love’s perfection

© G.s.k. ‘15

I lived in the “Alban Hills” for several years after returning from Africa in 1980.  It’s a series of small hill top  (not so small actually any more) towns surrounded by woods.  The famous book “The Golden Bough” writes about the area because of the cult of Diana, among other things.

Though it’s true that Nemi is famous in Italy for it’s wild strawberries, they can be found just about anywhere in the woods in this area.  Fact is, most Romans come to the Alban Hills to sit in lake front cafes, visit the fabulous restaurants, “trattorie” (traditional family restaurants) and “fraschette” (once upon a time a wine cellar where the owners supplied you with their wine and bread – you brought your own food, now a very expensive sort of trattoria)  to drink and eat cooled wine and spiced pork, have ice cream and strawberries at the various “gelaterie” and of course to cool off from the hot summer heat of the big city.

It’s rare to see Romans hiking around in the woods, you’ve got them more or less to yourself … so you can walk, pick strawberries and do a little courting away from indiscreet eyes.

summer delights
tangy  strawberry kisses
shared in the woods

© G.s.k. ‘15