Saturday, 30 November 2019

dragon fruit and dragons’ eyes
the myths of China
on a plate

Friday, 29 November 2019

Sunday, 24 November 2019

pulled one way
then the other
the ying and yang
of ice cold beer
and jasmine tea

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 1
shelling pistachio nuts
surrounded
by empty promises
this Chinese lake
the perfect place
for poetry

Saturday, 23 November 2019

I like bananas

bananas are the perfect fruit
they come in their own box
they never run away from you
they never steal your socks

bananas are a tasty food
they taste like...
...well...
...bananas
and science proves beyond all doubt
they’re better than sultanas

bananas are nutritious
they fill you full of glee
and if you find one long enough
there’s some for you and me

but do take care
and please beware
bananas seem quite friendly
but if you are not nice to them
they make your tummy bendy

so if you see one in a bowl
that comes from further south
pick it up
take off its skin
and stuff it in your mouth
my thoughts
like parallel lines
converging
making a point
with chopstick philosophy

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 1
in the spirit
of Goldstein
in my Hut of the Small Mind
I seek
my tanka road

Published (2020) The Bamboo Hut Number 1

Thursday, 21 November 2019

Found haiku:

Five low-flying cormorants
skim
over darkening waves
****

Something pipes*
in the trees,
a regular note

Audrey Dunne (2014) 'Hessle Foreshore at Sunset' in Humberlands: fifteen poems about the Humber & its landscape Wordspin Publications, Hull
Published (2020) Poetry Pea Series 3 Episode 20 Found Poetry
Published (2021) The Poetry Pea Journal of haiku and senryu Winter page 6

inwardly watching
the bird hop, branch to branch

Audrey Dunne (2016) Londesborough Wordspin Publications, Hull

* accepted (2020) Poetry Pea 

Tuesday, 19 November 2019

high rise clothesline

high rise clothesline
a red thong
swaying

(edited by Su Wai Hlaing)

Published (2020) Kingfisher Journal Issue 1 June page 14

Sunday, 17 November 2019

Chinese night

The kitchen clatter. The cackle of Asian voices. What Marco Polo discovered (or did he introduce them?) is being shared. The waiter knows me from previous visits. “Good morning” he says; it is evening. I point to my items on the menu, recognising the pictures. Ramen and fried rice (is it ever ‘ordinary’). The food arrives and I remind myself not to rush. I am alone this evening with nothing to do:

with every mouthful
a long story
this noodle bar

Thursday, 14 November 2019

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

a kingfisher
only
the splash

Published (2021) The Poetry Pea Journal of haiku and senryu Winter page 54

rush hour over
the beggar’s bowl 
falls silent

looking anywhere
except
at the beggar

Saturday, 9 November 2019

return to sender
dementia delivers
another blow
****

not known at this address
dementia delivers
another blow

my renmimbi
all the Chairman Maos
facing the same way
honking back
at the geese
in V-formation
tomato soup
and a white shirt
what could go wrong?
Wuhan underpass
the smell
of roasting yams

Published (2020) The Poetry Pea Journal of haiku and senryu Spring page 53

sibilant whispers the sea swells into stormy waters