Haiku by Yvonne Aburrow
Lascaux
the birdman whispers
"these cave walls are transparent -
step into shadow"
just a breath away
the world of forms - the taste
of ochre, blood, sweat.
each crumb of earth
lived once, danced beneath the moon -
hear them whispering
Stonehenge
drops of rain running
over lichen-green sarsens
~ distant misty hills
humid summer night
sun melts into horizon
between old grey stones
unseen influences
dream the world into being
~ mandala of stars
stones reverberate
~ the ancient song of the wind
whistling up spirits
September 11
words, images, music
combine to tell our sorrow:
but grief is silent
we light a candle,
silently hoping for peace:
feeling their absence
as their souls journey
towards the light, our tears fall:
an ocean of grief.
carry them over
to the islands: carry them
gently, gently.
[there is an old African belief that the souls of the dead are carried to the other world by the tears of their loved ones]
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white apple blossom
falls on a still pool by moonlight
as incense rises