Creatrix 4 Haiku

March 2009

Editor: Maureen Sexton

Contributors:

Natasha Adams

Rose van Son

Lorin Ford

Annie Otness

Gary Colombo De Piazzi

Jack Prewitt

John Bird

Andrew Taylor

Jenny de Garis

Nicholas Barwell

Sally Clarke

Max Merckenschlager

Maureen Sexton

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wildflowers –
the expectant mother
steps carefully

Natasha Adams

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long winter
mountain village
under cloud

against the ochre wall
shimmer of bees
——summer light

between the sheds
a spiderweb
weaver of cloth

Rose van Son

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the cat lets loose
her inner banshee
… All Saints Eve

frangipani…
the dog sighs
with me

drought
a trout fly rusts
with the sedges

sea fog
a gull’s sharp
— — white cry

dark moon shadows flickering around the campfire
art bazaar: the sound of price tags flapping
bushfire moon

the calligraphy
of charred trees
previously published, Simply Haiku vol. 4 no.1,( USA ) Spring 2006

rusted hinge
the butterfly’s wings
close, open …

1st prize, 7th paper wasp Jack Stamm Award, 2006, published in the anthology ‘rusted hinge’

Lorin Ford

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cool crisp morning light
wooden cut-out cows
balance on their shadows

Annie Otness

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black gnarled tree
scorched by wild fire
pain and sorrow pass

Gary Colombo De Piazzi

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summer storm
a cockatoo’s head
fills the knot hole

drifting mist …
a boy and his dog
in the moored boat

misty rain
a butcher bird
sings softly

first light –
fruit bats homing
on the swamp

morning after
— — a paw print
— — on the other pillow

Jack Prewitt

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al fresco coffee
a currawong checks
the tuckeroo

Anzac Day
the cenotaph littered
with blossom

old bush track…
the she-oaks
I’ve outlived

train home –
the moon bouncing
on power lines

Church of England –
a gum tree sprouting
in the roof gutter

graveyard in spring
the giggles of children
hiding and seeking

a tinge of red
on the poinsettia –
chimney smoke

John Bird

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no bright teeshirts
sombre shirts hang now
near the crimson creeper

Spider haiku

no night shadows –
fragments of wings, legs, eyes
in the dusty web

spider eats
shadow of her meal
sunrise

shadows
across my vision
spider species on the move

Andrew Taylor

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sleeping out I wake –
swimming in milky space
– the Seven Sisters

pecking spilled crumbs
— — across the sun-scorched rock
— — hops the fairy-wren

blocking the ladder
top to tail along the rung
above the water
four frogs in siesta shade –
we wade in over gravel

Jenny de Garis

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still waters
the summer world
is dozing

tropical rain
upon a leaf
a mantis prays

hospital breakfast
on lifting the lid
a leather omelette

listening to mario lanza….enjoying my pizza

through winter’s gloom
upon the line
a single sock

writing haiku
in the bath
I drop my pencil

Nicholas Barwell

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city pond’s leisure
smooth reflective
tranquil green water

pale spring tree tops
another highway
lorikeets swoop cars

mother black swan
fluffy flotilla
haloed in sunlight

pale newness
quickens spring branches
birds jostle sleep

Sally Clarke

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VISIT TO JABAL SABIR

YEMEN ARAB REPUBLIC

twisting track
jostled in four-wheel-drive
rattling climb

near the summit halt
forbidden to go on –
radar dish too close

chilly mountain air
valleys far below
green, quiet and still

coming down we hike
bullocks graze by road
women bundle qat

in terraced plots
pickers perch among trees
crop fresh young tips

Max Merckenschlager

Footnotes: Jabal Sabir ( Mount Sabir ) towers over the royal city of Taiz in Yemen Arab Republic . Qat (pronounced “gat” or “cat”) is a mildly-narcotic shrub similar in appearance to privet. The fresh tip leaves are chewed into a bulging ball in one cheek. Kalam is the Arabic name for pen (biro), popularised by American tourists.

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ocean swell –
corrugated roof
of the beach shack

paper bark tree –
her sunburnt skin
flaking

mid-summer night –
naked at my computer
the screen flashes back

Maureen Sexton

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