The Shine Journal

Catching the Wind

 

 

 

Dainty, yellow jasmine flower,

 

                                                      tiny fairy skirt,

 

twisting in the twilight air,

                                                     quite the little flirt.

 

Toying are you with the dark;

                                                     finished with the day?

 

Darting this way, flutt’ring that;

                                                      can’t you get away?

 

Star-struck in the gloom of dusk;

                                                      I see how you’re pinned;

 

Caught there on a spider-line,

                                                       a lure to catch the wind.

 

 

 

 

Haiku Housewife

 

 

 

 

 

Multi-tasking; cleans

in perpetual motion;

child-proof hopes and dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intelligence

 

The gorilla squatted

in a corner knitting

a pink scarf.

It amused

visitors.

 

But the scarf was now

three metres

l o n g

testament to the fact that

the gorilla

 

had no idea

 

he was

 

knitting

 

a scarf

 

pink

 

was not his colour

 

he looked ridiculous.

 

The keepers couldn’t work out

how you tell

a gorilla when

to stop.

 

Photo by Michal Zacharzewski