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Spring Haikus

Closing of the mind
to the ones she left behind
quaking in the spring.

Her eyes smouldered tears
wizened with fake wisdom lines
Crows nests, Romanesque.

Straight nose, smart repose
Is she me, faded, ghostly
as the full spring moon.

Gliding, sensuous
as the touch of cool passion
Melting summer dawn

Cruel words passing through
an eiderdown of grey wool
shrouds, a stone wall fades

Golden bricks, brand new
Jerusalem peeks through light
Now, Christ in glory.

Saluting night, ships
glimmering rises
past Lucifer high

Now she passes through,
economy class, regal
hue without borders

His furrowed brow now
unlimited offering
Divine Spring Haikus

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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