Blue, Green, Red and Purple: Four Haiku - One Poem
Is the house a fortress? A prison? Betty Collins blends four haiku into a poem that will make you think?
stone house wrapped up tight
weatherboard shuts out damp and light
keeps in dust and ghosts:
dead on walls they smile:
past kin held fast in frames:
historic flowers
this stranger is repelled:
withdraws to the wide sea-shore;
hides in the wild wind:
powerful thick blue swells
spitting frothy sharp white chop:
cold, I must go home.
