1.
A yellowing
dry leaf
burning amber in the mud.
2.
A passed down book
with pages as soft
as grandma's palms.
3.
Whenever around people
she curled her toes inward
like little tortoise heads.
4.
The old rag picker
Scraping off a slab of gold
Under the streetlight.
5.
The bruised fingertips
Of the church pianist
Changed each note a little.
6.
Mum’s scorched hands
Covered in white flour.
Dinner time.
7.
Corners of her sad smile
Smeared on my hand
As I go through mother’s
Charcoal sketches.
Like a rolling woollen thread
ReplyDeleteSlipped away from hands
When you reach out to it
A beautiful trail is formed
Just like the haikus you carved!
Lovely read :-)
Thank you, most eloquent reader. ;)
ReplyDeleteWaiting to read your work too.