I’m participating in a mentoring programme with an experienced writer and poetry teacher to develop my writing. So far it’s been brilliant and she’s shared lots of new poetry with me and challenged me to try forms that I haven’t used before.
Here’s some Haikus that came from last week’s session – incidentally the first time that I’d read out any of my poems to anyone since school.
Behold the dead zoo
hornless rhinos, misshapen lion cubs
Beetles made of dust.
Our idols leave us
The stars look very different
How briefly they glow
The squeak of the door
A dash to thaw wind numbed hands
Fire warms toes and hearts.