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 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Little tawny buds  .  .  .
After winter spring sparkles,
  .  .  .  Freckles on her face.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Gnarled twigs, eyes of owl  .  .  .
Blood blooms from feather and fur,
  .  .  .  Flowers of the moon.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Dreams lost when waking,
Sea spray, tangled kelp wafting,
  .  .  .  Briny taste of her.
kel·pie
\ˈkel-pē\
noun
: a water sprite of Scottish folklore that delights in or brings about the drowning of wayfarers
Origin: perhaps from Scottish Gaelic cailpeach, colpach heifer, colt.
First use: 1747
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Spring morning mist swirls,
Flowers twirling in the sun,
  .  .  .  Dizzy bees buzzing.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Sun of early spring,
Joyous— we walk on water,
Minnows under ice.
#haiku #joy #spirit
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Must vanity reign,
To sully music, poetry,
As it falls from sky?
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
All my love for her  .  .  .
Burnished out in the open,
  .  .  .  The way that light clings.
#haiku #love #passion #spirit
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Little painted homes  .  .  .
Placed for colourful songbirds,
  .  .  .  Sparrows boldly nest.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Dry words reassure  .  .  .
Her still eyes breaking down speech,
  .  .  .  My eyes are raining.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
I trembled zipping her,
Cascades of hair— rosewater,
Poured into a dress.
 May 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Out of Greek myth, she
Glowed at the party and proved,
Stories I had told.
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