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A Henslo Dec 2017
When a poem comes alive
I might be like Pygmalion
Not sharing her with anyone
Gently adoring her all my life

Yet, relieved from her laces
Doesn't a poem's magic lie
In that through the reader's eye
She may reveal her many faces?

So I charily hand her over
To the public domain
As however much I love her

It would be a thoughtless sin
Not letting you discover
What I never did put in
AH 2017
A Henslo Nov 2017
Lying under the acorn tree
We indulged each other's company
Hours of playing catch and kiss
Imagining years of happiness
Eternal enchantment, you and me

When you left, the other day
Was it love that made me claim
You never would be happy again?
What laws of nature must we obey?
Do lizards and butterflies really play?
Inspired by a Royal Delft cloisonné wall tile
A Henslo Oct 2017
I don't want to be taken for granted
I don't want to be taken
I want to give
A Henslo Nov 2017
A shower of sounds,
water rumbling through the night –
Daiya river
Annex Turtle HOTORI-AN, Nikko 1990
A Henslo Nov 2017
Where've you been, what've you seen?
The river rushes by;
no time to tattle
Annex Turtle HOTORI-AN, Nikko 1990
A Henslo Oct 2017
As ek snags
in ons bed
met my koue voet
jou warm kniekuil kry
dan voel ek
die ewige geluk
ook al is môre
dalk alles verby
Transpositon Afrikaans English:

Old Folks

If at night in our bed
my cold foot finds the
warm cavity of your knee
I feel eternal happiness
even if tomorrow
may never be

Dedicated to Elisabeth Eybers (1915-2007)
A Henslo Sep 2017
Little girls can be sad
Or is her blue gaze but fixed into the bubbling fountain
caught in a tale that adults cannot grasp?
Pops taps her shoulder
We must go, he mutters
Granny is waiting

Little girls can be sad
an ugly word
a wrong dress
an angry teacher
a friend gone astray
lack of purpose for a long walk downtown

Little girls can be sad
Holding grandpa's hand she performs
a subdued dance to the music in her head
not touching forbidden stones
and without Pops noticing
a quick splash in the puddle

Little girls can be sad
But not for long this time
First publication Sep 28, 2017, www.facebook.com/a.henslo.poetry
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