I don't know if this old Queensland roof is still ticking too…
ticking
keeping its own time
the tin roof
Alan Summers
Publications credits: Hobo, march 96; Blithe Spirit Vol. 8 No. 1 (1998 Review); Micropress: best poems Ed. Kate O'Neill, (Micropress NZ 1997); sundog haiku journal: an australian year (sunfast press 1997 reprinted 1998)
Wow, so evocative Marion! Now that I know you are from Ireland I imagine a setting like from the movie "The Quiet Man" – and, it seems to my reading, this poem carries an equally potent charge of sexual energy. I fancy I see a stonewall lane, and in the midday heat a large shady tree in a neighbouring field – the selected site perhaps for a secret rendezvous, hence the hastily abandoned bicycle, its wheel still ticking" around the inner ratchet.
I particularly love that central phrase. To my middle-aged ears, it sounds like an older heart, still beating passionately in the "midday" of life. How delightful!
September 4th, 2013 at 9:41 am
Enjoyed the haiku! :-)
I don't know if this old Queensland roof is still ticking too…
ticking
keeping its own time
the tin roof
Alan Summers
Publications credits: Hobo, march 96; Blithe Spirit Vol. 8 No. 1 (1998 Review); Micropress: best poems Ed. Kate O'Neill, (Micropress NZ 1997); sundog haiku journal: an australian year (sunfast press 1997 reprinted 1998)
September 5th, 2013 at 12:24 am
Thanks, Alan. Enjoyed yours too!
marion
September 4th, 2013 at 12:06 pm
a country stop sign
pocked by bee bees
the heat
September 5th, 2013 at 2:36 am
Nice, Marion!
climax of cicadas-
someone new
in my daydream
September 5th, 2013 at 2:45 am
Thank you – and how lovely, Dawn!
marion
September 5th, 2013 at 2:37 am
Lovely Marion :) Maire
September 5th, 2013 at 2:39 am
Thank you, Maire! :)
September 5th, 2013 at 7:26 am
Wow, so evocative Marion! Now that I know you are from Ireland I imagine a setting like from the movie "The Quiet Man" – and, it seems to my reading, this poem carries an equally potent charge of sexual energy. I fancy I see a stonewall lane, and in the midday heat a large shady tree in a neighbouring field – the selected site perhaps for a secret rendezvous, hence the hastily abandoned bicycle, its wheel still ticking" around the inner ratchet.
I particularly love that central phrase. To my middle-aged ears, it sounds like an older heart, still beating passionately in the "midday" of life. How delightful!
Strider
September 9th, 2013 at 2:16 am
Hi Strider – I love the narrative you have created from my abandoned bicycle! Thank you :)
marion
September 5th, 2013 at 9:19 am
near-midday heat
September 5th, 2013 at 1:04 pm
Intantanously hits you with a vivid and precise image. Wonderful!
September 9th, 2013 at 2:16 am
Thank you, Robert. :)
marion
May 26th, 2016 at 7:49 pm
Thanks for cogbnitutinr. It’s helped me understand the issues.