Tanka Summer 1Tanka Summer 1 by aldwarke
Garden meditations during an
unusually hot English Summer
Panting dogs lie prone,
Birds make gargantuan gapes
Gasping for cool air.
Fishes, pouting from the pond,
Blow kisses to damsel flies.
On clear gauzy wings,
Dragonflies and lacewings skim
Spectre with a HoodSpectre with a Hood by aldwarke
Spectre with a Hood
Most days I see him, the spectre with a hood.
Head and rounded shoulders bent forward he walks,
No, trudges the country road I always use
On my frequent forays into the town.
Clad in faded camouflage gear he carries
In one hand a plastic supermarket bag
While his shoulders tote a flaccid rucksack.
He is looking neither forward nor sideways,
But always downwards, he is oblivious
To the white cow parsley in the verges,
To the late blackthorn and the may blossom
Emerging from which a startled blackbird,
Cackling her alarm call, darts across his face.
Such strange behaviour, I say to my friends
Who reply ‘He’s off for his free methadone’,
Dismissive as if this answer explains all.
Shanty TownsShanty Towns by aldwarke
Ghost-like waifs in ragged shrouds haunt refuse tips
Haggard mothers dry suckle big bellied babes
Beggars, beseeching, stare from sightless sockets
Our brothers and sisters in another land.
Who live in shacks of tin in shanty towns.
Don't tell me about your bloody headache!