Bandstand
in September
Deckchairs flap
to a rhythm
from the sea,
and hats are
worn
against the north
east wind,
dry leaves
rustle
a counterpoint
and the only
dancers
shape a slow
gyration
in the breeze,
their feet in
time,
habitually precise
from years of
practice
and routine
but now she
turns her face
from his gaze,
as the singer
croons
‘Tis Autumn
©Adrian
Green (2012 - from Southend Poetry 28)
LUNA
LAKE HAIKU
New moon on the lake.
Your voice and the nightingale
serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Your voice and the waterbirds
celebrate summer.
Old moon on the lake.
Owls hunting autumnal food -
your voice still singing.
© Adrian Green (from Southend
Poetry 1996)
("Luna Lake Haiku" was previously published in "New Essex
Writing", 1993 )
COASTAL
Sea-coal stains the sand,
an icy north sea wind cuts through my coat
and water seeps through tattered shoes.
The raw, relentless waves sweep,
rumbling, in great arcs
across the beach, and sand grains
blast my eyes half-shut.
I hide behind uncertain barricades.
These dunes are battlements, crumbling now,
between the dirty open-cast and sea.
©
Adrian Green (from Southend Poetry 1996)