Irony – Page 14 – Iron Haiku

a symbol of strength
welcoming travelers that
seek her destruction
–
in the forest
of fallen oaks
a sapling grows

the light of hope shines
across the vastness of space
from a long dead star
–
a fallen oak
sprouting
shiitakes

impatient lemmings
craggy rocks block their passage
to the sea below
–
spring rains
a beaver dam
overflowing

fire lights in your eyes
glaring over your shoulder
as you walk away
–
night sidles in
faerie lights
fireflies

joyful innocence
unencumbered by malice
that’s yet to be learned
–
the parched forest glen
desperately awaits
the lightning

glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest

these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent

a misty red haze
growing stronger feeding on
hate, fear, and anger
–
cold rain
wolves circle
a wounded deer

the thinnest veneer
of our civilization
so easily torn
–
scissors-
crisp, fresh
white sheets

I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego