#1957 (#212)

saw it on tv

made it happen for myself

pride in craquelin

#1956

the escapade year

college thrown downwards, sidetracked.

lioness feeding.

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From words on page 305 of Fire and Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones (Harper Fire, 2025/1985).

#1955

spook secretary

the story, the spilt coffee

the gunman's moment

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From words on page 191 of Slow Horses by Mick Herron (John Murray Press, 2002).

#1954 (#211)

at the very start

foundation of mother sauce

gets my brain warmed up

#1953 (#210)

in-pub hobber-nob

heads down close to glasses in

a secretive dome

#1952 (#209)

that gossipy way

so dangerous around here

carry-go-bring-come

#1951 (#208)

a sugar glass trick

fake blood and scream, all the works…

but I don't know why

#1950 (#207)

upper cruster ways

something that i assume exist

far beyond the veil

#1949

parma violet

“let me love you,” it asks us

the sweet that divides

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Written for the May Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, violet, but was not entered.

#1948 (#206)

end of day yokai

as eyes start to droop it comes

a spirit for sleep

#1947

day going nowhere

until the dots of purple

grey day violet

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Written for the May Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, violet, but was not entered.

#1946 (#205)

crosswordese fluent

so many extra words i’ve learned

just for completeness

#1945

purple polka dots

burst out from a crumbling wall

greeting foragers

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Written for the May Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, violet.  Although I forgot to use the word and so it was not entered.

#1944

jewels of violet

brought from garden to lunchplate

outside to inside

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Written for the May Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Sping season word, violet.

#1943 (#204)

“mottainai!” he screamed,

spilled water chilling his chest,

becoming regret

#1942 (#203)

i want ear-kissing -

the flattery kind, of course.

(ego maniac)

#1941 (#202)

my avid brandscape

an imaginary shop

that is all i am

#1940 (#201)

avoids mushrooms from

outside the supermarket

for paddock-stool fear

#1939 (#200)

very cute schnoodle

schmoozing and working the crowd

drawing oohs and aahs

#1938 (#199)

tiny butter tub

corner not cut properly

so very faffy

#1937 (#198)

a mid-table team

hitty-missy all over

the pitch all season

#1936 (#197)

still waiting to see

what their final fate will be

hoggasters in fields

#1935 (#196)

endlessly searching

and still fruitless on and on

mataeology

#1934 (#195)

a foot-slogging day

hot worn feet but we did it

ice cold beers all round

#1933 (#194)

a bird in the dark

waiting inside a pochette

for its big moment

#1932 (#193)

homogenous homes

stretching on for evermore

brick venereal

#1930 and #1931 (#192)

a parabolist

speaks as if in tongues to me

metaphors are hard

*

parabolist speech

always giving pause for thought

as i decipher

#1929 (#191)

boats grasshoppering

over sandbanks seem godlike

to a grasshopper

#1928 (#190)

the neoteric 

ways of complaining outdo

all of the old ones

#1926 and #1927 (#189)

singular breakdance

a cause of a disturbance

not a dance at all

*

those cat breakdances

at school when it would appear

on the window sill 

#1925 (#188)

to be heavenware

be living in paradise

away from this earth

#1924

happy in the midst -

congratulate you later…

getting my photo!

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From words on page 109 (or thereabouts) of Embroideries by Marjane Satrapi (Jonathan Cape, 2008).

#1923 (#187)

sugar, hyperpop, 

dancing the whole night away

liberated, free

#1922

this son, like my girl,

can’t stop thinking about you

you have to go on

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From words on page 79 of Chicken with Plums by Marjane Satrapi (Jonathan Cape, 2006).

#1921 (#186)

knock him off his horse

this old altisonant bore

mute him as we are

#1920

helpless insane nights

returning and cowering

people distant, small

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From words on page 80 of The Word for World is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin (Gollancz, 1972/1976/2022).

#1919 (#185)

at the festival

all eyes on vejigante

all ready to dodge

#1918 (#184)

the money musk dance

on the floor and in the air

familiar beats

#1917 (#183)

the beach, buss up shut,

an ice cold bottle of beer…

all those Trini dreams!

#1916 (#182)

on Canada Day

we eat and we meet with all

friends and family