Shreds of Evidence

[prokopton]

suspenseful, intriguing,
wandering which is what
game on, Bees!

Goffe

[Donner]

Hi, Anne,

Forgot
I promised that

That's always the way, isn't it.

I'm glad you're posting each day's lines together. It adds a lot.

Donner,
sometimes kind

[shaula]

beeswax,

This is so fun. I remember hearing the poetry of Erasmus Darwin over a radio program, I just fell in love with his blending of nature and the erotic. Such a lovely way to see the world. I understand (from the program) that he was a physician, among many things, and regularly prescribed romantic relations as a cure-all for many troubles. Although, I think he called it sex. He was a scientist, after all.

Thank you for this wonderful thread, I think you have a bit of the spirit alive in your work!

~s

[beeswax]

Thank you Goffe, Donner and Shaula for your encouraging remarks.


Haiku I-VII

hawthorne hedges
catch your shirt, tight
little buds

a dew-wet path
to shady copse, forget
I told you that

a mossy ledge
bull rush, periwinkle, tadpoles
skunk weed, pine needles

stitch a emblem
red-sewn shirt -- shame
you’re badly marked

ash trees intrigue
to hide the moon, twisted
country byways

convolvulus twines
naturally, forgot
I promised that --

knocked up -- moons
wax and wane, fattening
seed pod - fallen

[Blythe]

Dear beeswax, hello! These are just fabulous, lush, lovely, and fun to watch them being weaved. convolvulus, really? I think that might be a record word for a haiku. Much enjoyed. Thanks!

[Emilio]

Bees, this is making me connect with my inner pervert, this Haiku-vert! I love convolvulus

[Dunc]

Anne

Handy to have them all together like that!

ash trees stands out for me here. Like a dew-wet path too. And though being in essence a list it breaks the conventions, a mossy ledge deserves honourable mention.

Agreeable reading, this.

Regards / Dunc


[As for your index, at the risk of telling you what you know - 1. Type in your poem and save it. 2. Click on the post number (top right) 3. Click on 'Copy Link Location', 4. Go to your index. 5. Make sure you're in 'Advanced mode' — if not, click on 'Go Advanced' at the foot of the box 6. Type in the name of the poem where you want it 7. Block it. 8. Click on the round blue 'earth' icon at the top and a box will appear. 9. Place the link location in the window of the box with Control + v. 10. Click Save. 11. Test your link by clicking on your title.]

[beeswax]

Dear Blythe, Emilio, Dunc – thank you all for visiting and commenting. I press on with my mock haiku and hope also to scatter some fluffy stuff today.

Haiku I-VIII

hawthorne hedges
catch your shirt, tight
little buds

a dew-wet path
to shady copse, forget
I told you that

a mossy ledge
bull rush, periwinkle, tadpoles
skunk weed, pine needles

stitch a emblem
red-sewn shirt -- shame
you’re badly marked

ash trees intrigue
to hide the moon, twisted
country byways

convolvulus twines
naturally, forgot
I promised that --

knocked up -- moons
wax and wane, fattening
seed pod, fallen

little red rose
he that hurt thee hurts
more than thee

[beeswax]

Haiku I-IX

hawthorne hedges
catch your shirt, tight
little buds

a dew-wet path
to shady copse, forget
I told you that

a mossy ledge
bull rush, periwinkle, tadpoles
skunk weed, pine needles

stitch a emblem
red-sewn shirt -- shame
you’re badly marked

ash trees intrigue
to hide the moon, twisted
country byways

convolvulus twines
naturally, forgot
I promised that --

knocked up -- moons
wax and wane, fattening
seed pod, fallen

little red rose
he that hurt thee hurts
more than thee

broken flower
head drooping – earth
goes round the sun

[Bench]

Quite stunning. I love the way the narrative of sex-pregnancy-birth seems as indelible as the naturalistic imagery. Nice work.

red-sewn shirt -- shame
you’re badly marked

head drooping – earth
goes round the sun

[beeswax]

Thank you Bench for visiting and your kind comments.

Haiku I-X

hawthorne hedges
catch your shirt, tight
little buds

the dew-wet path
to shady copse, forget
I told you that

a mossy ledge
bull rush, periwinkle, tadpoles
skunk weed, pine needles

stitch a emblem
red-sewn shirt -- shame
you’re badly marked

ash trees intrigue
to hide the moon, twisted
country byways

convolvulus twines
naturally, forgot
I promised that --

knocked up -- moons
wax and wane, fattening
seed pod, fallen

little red rose
he that hurt thee hurts
more than thee

broken flower
head drooping – earth
goes round the sun

now I hear you
in the throbbing of the garden
blackbird’s throat

[Julie]

"now I hear you
in the throbbing of the garden
blackbird’s throat "

That's lovely. This is a very well done series. I'm enjoying the exploration!

[beeswax]

Thanks Julie for visiting and your kind words. I think I'm at the end of this series for the time being. I'm reading a short history of religion in Scotland. There is that, or the news, for inspiration.



Red Letter Days


hawthorne hedges
catch your shirt, tight
little buds

a dew-wet path
to shady copse, forget
I told you that

a mossy ledge
bull rush, periwinkle, tadpoles
skunk weed, pine needles

stitch a emblem
red-sewn shirt -- shame
you’re badly marked

ash trees intrigue
to hide the moon, twisted
country byways

convolvulus twines
naturally, forgot
I promised that –

knocked up -- moons
wax and wane, fattening
seed pod, fallen

little red rose
he that hurt thee hurts
more than thee

broken flower
head drooping – earth
goes round the sun

the moon tallies
seasonal carnage. All wear
the mark of Cain

now I hear you
in the throbbing of the garden
blackbird’s throat


No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true. Nathaniel Hawthorne. The Scarlet Letter

[cookala]

heya bees! your haiku progression is so interesting! my fave so far is now I hear you/in the throbbing of the garden/blackbird’s throat - that is one awesome ku. keep them coming!

[beeswax]

Thank you Blythe, Julie and Cookala for visiting and commenting. I’m still behind in fluffing -- hope to catch up. Insomnia has helped me this very early morning

Having exhausted Hawthorne Haiku and reached NaPo mid-month (actually not quite as far on -- I started late) it’s some life-drawings for a while – and the model isn’t pretty -- sags, wrinkles, deaths, etc. But it’s spring (Scottish version) and I’m feeling good enough to write about stuff that happens.


The Butterfly Effect
Some, having finished feeding, winged away to find still water.
I nourished hundreds of their children in as short a time
as it took me to roll myself in a sheet. I’ll tell you this,

one of them didn’t last the meal. I made a mess: head, proboscis,
thorax, silk-thread legs and see-through wings – squished.
She mingled chaotically with my blood as it spilled from her

ruptured abdomen. Later, I washed her off with soap and water.
And your affair – is that what it was? How far did the ripples reach?
My world constricts to the itch, the weal, the scab.