Even More Haiku: The Smell of Old Books
The Smell of Old Books
Wind in the leaves –
my daughter turns over
in her sleep.
*
Rainy afternoon;
inside a second-hand bookshop
the smell of old books.
*
Siesta-time…
my neighbour and his girlfriend
at it again.
*
frost on windscreens
walking home alone
the night my mother died.
*
Dead.
Starry night –
no help there.
*
Swimming in the rain;
a glimpse of a rat
slipping off the riverbank.
*
my grandfather
facing the setting sun
eyes shut
*
time for a talk
staring at the fireplace
no fire
*
mountain forest
morning mist drenches
the tree-trunks
*
She holds back the duvet –
the world
is born again.
*
plums in a bowl –
changing colour as the sun
moves around the house
*
after arguing
kept awake
by her stillness
*
Snow on the window-sill;
her toes sticking out
from under the duvet.
*
A dog farts:
they all suffer
in the lift.
*
Broad river:
boats travelling
tied together.
*
At the optician’s:
through each lens
the world looks different.
*
throwing pebbles
into the sea
still unhappy
*
Snow by the side
of the tracks –
back to work!
©2011 Dan Wyke
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