Age – Page 61 – Iron Haiku

with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind
–
dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

my lantern’s warm glow
shadows cast into the night
back from whence they came
–
shafts of sunlight
dust motes
lazily float by

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth

dry mouthed and sweaty
frozen in front of a crowd
my practiced speech, gone
–
black water
at the precipice
of hesitationD

wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings

with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds
–
silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet

kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love
–
cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket