Not yet

summer_caveThe thick-walled room’s cave-darkness,
cool in summer, soothes
by saying*

entry is by invitation only
or the waft of a damp white hanky
surrender your body to stillness

Not yet, not now, behind this prelude
heat of the moment is passion spent
water laps the aftermath

Larks rise and the thrush at evensong
sense the speed of light long days
– it’s all written in the dawn chorus

Better that I repose in half light
parasoled and wilting by the sun dial
than submit again behind closed doors

Rooms are for night and other reasons
a cave mouth spits bats and darkness
an oroborous throat of ancestors

These past summers have flushed out youth
like game birds from the grass
we repine to shades when the time comes

*Opening stanza from “At Noon” by Reginald Gibbons as Walt @DVerse invites us to use another’s lines for a ‘Summer Starter

Kisame

watercolour photoart of kisame rain haibun
Water in a jam jar turning cartwheels with a swish of the brush. Whirls of colour, smudges and paint splashes. Cloud bursts gush the gutters and in the midst of cacophany are musical patterings from the overarching hawthorn where the chaffinch has her nest. Drips play clear, accelerando rhythms on greenhouse glass. It is rain showers beating in the heart of a child.

branches shake themselves
watercolours soon drip dry 
I am drawn to rain

Inspired by Toni’s Haibun Monday on 50 shades of rain where she gives us an array of Japanese words to choose from. Kisame means ‘rain that drips from tree branches’

An atramentous syrup

Who wouldn’t be gloomy and morose
bile black as nimbus clouds
a fugitive from relentless rain
and whether we argue for proof of climate change
or random servings over an intemperate isle
here on the threshold I’m sick with hesitation

yet weather cannot be permitted to obstruct
or grant me a picker’s licence
it’s cordial not atrabilious concentrate I’m after
slipping through mud puddles like a cerise gastropod
gaily waterproofed from head to wellington boot
I harvest blue-black globules of elderberry
– what lengths we urban folk contrive
bottling the dream of a wayfaring forager

Using 11 words and adding ‘atrabilous’ to my  lexicon with thanks to Wordle #114