lockdown lifted
the old man kicks a pebble
down the road
Author: Susan Constable
Susan Constable mainly writes haiku and tanka, receiving her inspiration from life on the west coast of Canada. Her work is widely published in both print and online journals, as well as in numerous anthologies. She has judged several contests as well as co-edited a couple of haiku and tanka anthologies She was the tanka editor for the online journal A Hundred Gourds from March 2012 to June 2016.
wind chimes the odds of repetition
if only
I could awake
in the arms
of the northern lights …
dancing, dancing
lopsided moon
I consider both sides
of the argument
a ruckus of crows
outside the polling place
all-day fog
winter’s end
an old man’s cough
in the crow’s caw
straight talk
we come to a fork
in the road
my thoughts
this way and that
wild rabbits
autumn boardwalk
all that’s fallen
through the cracks
a good chance
she’ll change her mind —
sunshowers
an ice cream cone
shaped by her tongue
sultry evening
out of silence the piccolo player’s bright red nails
adopted —
at the river’s origin
I quench my thirst
(originally appeared in Bottle Rockets #34)
wallpaper stripping the years of her life
Wedgwood
tissued and boxed
for the auction
the chips and cracks
of my mother’s life
grass blades
edged with frost
his apology
not enough time
to think things through —
black ice
half the sky
a deeper blue
mid-life birthday
alone at last
she chooses the road
less travelled…
in her wind-blown hair
salt air and wildflowers
winter fog —
she decides to colour
her hair
power outage
we drink another pint
of ice cream
Father’s Day —
hunting in the diaper bag
for his cell phone
bedtime . . .
the bathtub fills
with moonlight
summer holiday
hearing her laughter
in Times New Roman
spring cleaning–
my mother’s name
in a recipe book
spring harvest …
the first crop of worms
on my shovel