office mistletoe
in the teeth of
his comb over
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Helen Buckingham
Helen Buckingham lives in Wells, UK. Her work appears regularly in journals and anthologies including: Frogpond, The Heron's Nest, Modern Haiku, Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years (W.W. Norton, 2013) and nada annunaad: an anthology of contemporary world haiku (Vishwakarma Publications, 2016). She won first prize in the Martin Lucas Award, 2016. Her most recent collection is the Touchstone Award shortlisted sanguinella (Red Moon Press, 2017).
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Groovy.
Good job it's not holly.
Brought a smile, but also a tinge of sadness…..
snow flakes drift
as a puppy sniffs the air
black hair turns gray
__So grand Helen; and too, that Haiku can create such parallel thoughts in a readers imagination, 'mistletoe to snow', sort of a juxtaposition within my mind. I'll get out the hair brush… smiles! _m
Wonderful, Helen. This reminded me of Eliot’s Prufrock. This is one of those rare poems (haiku/senryu/half&half?) that includes both humour and pathos at once.
Best wishes for 2022.
marion