“New friends, like one’s best coat and patent-leather boots, are only intended for holiday wear. At other times they are neither serviceable nor comfortable; they do not answer the required purposes, are ill adapted to give us the ease we seek. A new coat, however, has this advantage, that in time it will become old and comfortable; so much can by no means be predicted with certainty of a new friend.”

Anthony Trollope

awkward puzzle piece

coat-stand awaits finishing –

putty in the cracks


Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Friendship.  My best friendships started a little clunky, but now our they have acquired the familiarity of an old coat – we fit just right.  Oh, the putty bit refers to the fact that, although it may appear to be a minor detail at times, it fills and adds to the final product. 


‘Tis all unexpected really. Shells dig deep into my feet. Stinging blood seeps through layers of sand compact. I run along the soft wetness, arms outstretched, trying to catch the wind as the band plays in the background; drums beating, trumpets singing, feet tapping. Spiralling round and round, I hit the ground and the wet waves wilfully wrap me up.  Whisk me away, O fearful waves, to tear-filled graves, that I may swim again.

awkward textures chase
running up, down and around –
that joyful sorrow


Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Instinctual Thoughts and Raw Creations.  I really enjoyed writing this one.  I just wrote whatever came to mind at the time, don’t know what it means yet!




no strings attached
yet sought for incessantly –
home is everywhere



 Written for Heeding Haiku with HA: Write/Right Now! The challenge was to write a Haiku/Tanka commemorating the few moments of these days of your life. If you’d like to participate, just follow the link 🙂

One Day

deep earth ploughed constant

secrets compelling  seduce –

land spent, exhausted


rivers twist and turn

deep lies hidden, forgotten –

the heart emerges


porphyry cloak rests

a field impoverished wails:

do now wrap our tears


trees bring forth new fruit

seed never really alone –

their worm does now die


cradle of cosmos

nest calling birds from the tomb –

oecumene take flight!


(Written for Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge: Haiku Catchoo!)