Poetessa speaks..

Poète, scénariste et parolier....Scottish dilettante and poet. This blog has some of my current poems, as well as those of other poets I admire.

Sunday, 24 October 2010

After Basho

Moon echoes
across the floor;
plums ripening in my mouth

The sound of your voice
Falling on my hair

I am a prisoner of wakefulness
Autumn rains
Wash through the street

Saturday, 16 October 2010

At the Train Station

Two teenagers, maybe 18 or 19,

hand in hand.

He's wearing a black baker's boy cap,

blonde curly hair.

She's in a black woolen hat,

long golden brown hair.

Running madly to catch a train,

they stop, pause..

giggling as they try to locate platform 5.

Both smile at me enjoying

this moment

of going somewhere


They run off, and are gone.