Christmas Island Haiku
How on earth did I get a tan?
Rain, rain, go away
I’m here but for a short while
To bask in the sun
Sugar works, sweet drinks
I work more or less in the
Kitchen, Slangevar
Black swan and tui
Teach me in this place of learning
What beauty is
The willows weeping
Upon a lake designed for
Duck, not rubber tires
The green is glowing
Ferns explode from mountain-sides
I’m fascinated
Two mismatched decks of
cards slip clumsily into
Merry-making mounds
Slugging water back
To match each drop of lager
Only seventeen
Chocolate avalanche
Just what I was yearning for
Mother does know best
I am spoiled rotten
And getting squishy, and I’m
Not grateful enough
Rushing, monstrous waves
Swift and subtly encroaching
I leap free – Sublime!
Stunning sunset clouds
Perch upon the hilltops, hide
From the camera
A fairy garden!
Tiptoe over brook and branch
For timid hellos
Captivating stars
Make me fear the universe
You’re in the wrong place
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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