EIGHT HAIKUS for Choir S.S.A.A.T.T.B.B. ( Texts by Frank Corcoran )
My young love, Buddha,
Came to us softly sleeping,
And his sap rising.
Through our Milky Way
Glides and flexes and ripples
Old Solar System
First light; wintry hope .
Frozen iron, hoe and spade.
Another day dawns.
Deep-purple twilight.
In the bay lie three islands.
Asleep like children….
The eyes of the fly
Open on an enormous
Room, its buzzing world
The centre drowned. It
Cannot hold. The wild geese keen,
Their great wings whirring.
A crow scratching snow
Beak, claw, craw, all white and black
The eye murderous.
A last, alone, a
Long day writhing into night.
Cold moon, shine on love