Crack or clack finger bones in this bracing December cold.
“Ireland consists of one huge grave-yard. They like to keep it that way: it reminds them that they have suffered. ” Good man, John Cage. Still, not too cold for a few Haikus, quasi variations.
NARCISSUS 1.
Fair Narcissus slid
Under to watery death
He kissed his Greek lips
NARCISSUS 2.
Flailing wildly the
Lush, lithe youth drowned in his own
Watery beauty.
NARCISSUS 3.
His Greek curls combed high
Narcissus slipped and, drowning,
Halved his reflection.
NARCISSUS 4.
Young, wet ephebos
Kissed his own mouth as he fell
To his water-death.