Friday, 28 March 2025

Spring Haiku

Throughout 2024 I saved the haikus I posted on X and Instagram with a view to compiling a poetry book at the end of the year. After some deliberation I decided to have the book printed for personal use only. I named the book "A Haiku for all Seasons" and gave it to close family members as a Christmas gift. It was a special moment.

To mark the start of each season in 2025 I have decided to post the corresponding poems and photographs taken from the book, here on my blog. I had some lovely feedback about the winter poems posted earlier in the year

Now that daffodils are in full bloom and blossom is appearing on the trees, it seems like the perfect time to post the spring poems. I hope you will enjoy reading.



Bursts of daffodils
Sunshine voices calling out
Spring is almost here.


Like birds in a nest
Crocuses open their hearts
Sing in harmony.


Unfurling blossom
Drenched in beads of morning dew
And April wishes.


Robins and blackbirds
Garden campanologists
Softly ring white bells.


Miniature vineyard
Oozing with grape hyacinths
Springtime Pinot noir.


Magical rainbow
A little piece of heaven
Stretching down to earth.


When I close my eyes
The magic of bluebell wood
Lingers in my mind.


Loud, proud, flamboyant
The tulip gang are in town
You'd better watch out!


Elegant iris
I see golden butterflies
Running through your veins.


Tumbling over walls
Flowers the texture of silk
Joyful clematis.


I wish I could watch
You chase feathers in the grass
Hear you purr again.


You sting with your leaves
Enchant with your coy blue smile
Exude mixed feelings.

Thank you for reading. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.
       


Friday, 28 February 2025

February 2025 Collection

Here is a collection of poems penned throughout February 2025. It's a mix of sea inspired words, haiku, tanka and vignettes in verse. I hope you will enjoy reading. Any feedback is welcome.

Sturdy old oak bench
Nestled in coarse long grass
Where the river bends
You have absorbed
Many secret thoughts
Tears and smiles
You have been a friend
To those who have taken
The weight off their feet
And watched the sun go down.


She lived alone
In bedsit land
On the edge
Of a one way street
Saved loose change
For a meter with
A constant need to feed
When she’d scrimped enough
To win the fight
She would fill the bathtub
Dim the lights
Mask advancing mould
On jaded cracked tiles
Bask in popping bubbles
Then drift through the night
On curls of rising steam.


The love they once knew
Silent diminishing cloud
Paths they walked upon
Sunshine tinted thoroughfares
Drift into oceans apart.

Frayed petals a sign
Of what life has thrown at you
But your heart still sings.

Mavis had never married
She led a modest life
Spent her life
Working behind a desk
Dressed in shades of
Vanilla and white
Until she met Roberto that was
Through an online dating site
He smoked big fat
Cuban cigars
Told her tales of
Star studded nights
Took her to casinos
Bought her cocktails
Ignited a fire
Reflected in her shy grey eyes
The first time she rolled a dice.

Summer 1984
Walking away
From the dole office
Chasing dust
Through cracks in the tarmac
He counted loose change
In his denim 
jacket pocket
The bus fare home
Or a new 45?
There was no doubt
In his tousled mind
Stomping into 
The record shop
Tribal beat igniting
A fire inside
Inhaling, emerging
Emboldened, empowered
He started to think
In a Kirk Brandon style
"I liberate I liberate
Been down down down"
But things are going to change
From now now.

Engraving a dream
Distant birds chase the sunset
Through a hazy sky.

When the sun goes down
A sense of stillness prevails
In this remote place
Coarse grass protects and provides
A safe haven for small birds.


Complex emotions
Rain caught in a spider’s web
Shades of light and dark.

Snowdrops meander
Through tumbling ivy woodland
February strolls.

Transient slipstream
A faint goodbye 
You look out of the window
Into an abyss of sky
Watching clouds
Disintegrate
Before your tired eyes
Rubbing glass
Erasing thoughts
Of the broken heart
You left behind.

Our footprints
Form an irregular trail
On a pristine
Bed of sand
Causing clumsy
Indentations
Displacing the
Immaculate grains
This crude disruption
Is only temporary
Until the
Cleansing waves
Erase all traces
Of us being here
And the beach
Returns to its
Untouched state.

Screens forever
Flashing bleeping
Vibrating reeling
Chiming squealing
An endless onslaught
Of views and memes
Thoughts exploding
Marketer’s dream
Brains infiltrated
Absorbing time
Emojis blinking
At the end of each line...

Sometimes it’s good
To clear your mind
Of virtual clutter
With no reason or rhyme
Feel the breeze
On your upturned face
Make time to
Realign.

Pale sun overrides grey clouds
And petulant skies
Transforming the landscape
Uncovering hidden facets
Pebbles are dispersed
By unpredictable waves
Forming new patterns
Embracing change.

Bursting into life
Like birds opening their beaks
The crocus choir sings.

A single flower
Smiles through a mesh
Of fading branches
She is a symbol
Of resilience and hope
In the interim
Between winter and spring.

Running slim fingers
Through layers of dust
Around tarnished gilt edges
Of her bedroom mirror
Revealing lines of pain
Etched in contours
Of her typically
Expressionless face
Emotion bubbled
To the surface
Crumpling reflection
Dissolving in slow motion
Tonight she could no longer
Hide from herself.

Overlapping waves
As one chapter finishes
Another begins
In the sea I see stories
Filled with drama and intrigue.

From the first time
He set eyes on her
She was unlike anyone
He had ever met
Words exchanged
Reverberated
Consumed unoccupied
Space in his head
She was a stepping stone
In a swirling sea
Crossing lines
Between swimming
And drowning
Highlighting the beauty
Of fragility
So close
But at the same time
Out of reach.

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Thank you as always for taking the time to read. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.
       






Friday, 31 January 2025

January 2025 Collection

Welcome to my first poetry collection of 2025. I hope you will enjoy reading. 


Ripples in the sand
Like fickle resolutions
Roll into the sea.


A fresh approach is needed
As I walk across the sand
The biting wind scorching
My eyes and cheeks
Is a sculptor reshaping
Quivering mounds
And the concrete block
I stumble upon
Is not a crude remnant
Of erosion storms
It is the creator of shadows
Window to the stars.


It seemed like only yesterday
That every unoccupied moment
Was filled with thoughts of her
So far apart yet some days
He swore he could feel 
Her breath on his face
Now shades of acceptance
Hung heavy in the air
Ethereal creatures 
With hearts on fire
Turning to stone.


Raindrop collector
Web of quivering wishes
Suspended delight. 


At the start of every line
Drawn in transient sand
Is an unanswered question.


Majestic winter sun
You descend slowly in a pale blue sky
Leave hints of snow in your wake
Transform barren landscapes
Roll out a golden path
To a rippled place of hope
Observe silently from above 
Measure levels of happiness
Uplift with your Midas touch.


Scraped back hair
Grey eyes closed
Head bowed in prayer
She sat alone
In the same creaking
Wooden pew
At the church on the hill.

A weary tear
Rolled down her face
No amount of money
In the collection plate
Or vespers in
The evening rain
Could bring him
Back to her.


For so long
He had watched her
Hoping one day
She would look his way
Her delicate smile
No longer reached her eyes
A fading pink sky
Drowning in tireless waves
But he was becoming weary
Of trying to second guess
Why she stayed true
To someone
Who treated her that way.


Hiding behind
Pretty curled leaves
Your bashful smile
Magnetises me
I want to hold you
Caress your skin
But I don’t want to
Damage your fragility
Why is it that fruit
Just out of reach
Always seems
The sweetest? 


Before the remnants
Of what they once had
Were washed away
Into undercurrents
Of night
She caught her breath
Slowly turned away
Eyes glistening
Like shards
Of broken glass
The silence
Was deafening
But further words
Unnecessary
And superfluous
To requirements
It was time to quit
Whilst they were ahead.


Raindrops cling to glass
As unrequited lovers
Hold on to the past.


Release worries
Watch them disappear
Sunset ripples.


I never felt
I could look closely
At you before
Although I know
You have always
Been there
Perhaps I took you
For granted
But today
I am viewing you
In a different way
The sparkling ice
Has softened
Your spiky exterior
You seem more
Approachable
Can we start again?


That delicious moment
Of anticipation
Exhilaration
Evaporating silence
Before waves unfurl
Explode and excite
Then crash
Upon the rocks.


A solitary figure
Walked across
An empty beach
Stopped for a moment
Beside a shallow pool
Looked down
At his reflection
Caught between
Submerged pebbles
Distorted features
Mask slipping
Revealing truths
Locked deep within
The way he covered
Unhappiness 
Was to crack jokes
And play the fool.


Cloaked in soft grey mist
Sky and sea fuse into one
Atmospheric beach.


Pure satin snowdrop 
You emerge so gracefully
From winter bracken.


He watched her in the half light
Sat on the edge of the bed
As she did every night
Before getting under the covers
To join him
Carefully she smoothed lotion
From a tube filled with false promises
Hoping it would remove
Lines and puckering from
Her ageing skin
Normally he watched
Without saying a word
But something in
Her expression tonight
Said when a smile cracks
Despair begins
He pulled her hands
Away from her face
Turned her around
So she was facing him
Looking into her eyes
He started to speak
In velvet tones of sincerity
He said “You don’t need
To keep on
Being sold a dream
No cream in the world
Could make you look
Any more beautiful to me.”


Restorative sun
Softening jagged edges
Of the raging storm.


Through misty eyes
I stare lovingly
For the first time
At her tiny face
Basking in tender
Newborn bliss
Echoes of distant
Lullabies play
A flush of pink
On silky cheeks
I can feel love
Seep into my heart
There could be
No greater gift
Than my first grandchild
Sweet January flower.

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Thank you for reading. You can find me on both X and Instagram under @jillwebbwords. Links are provided below.