Rear Mirror
Telegraph wires:
a flock of birds turns them into
three lines of verse.
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No flowerbeds here –
but a line of bright washing
dancing in the wind!
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A palm-tree appears
in the rear mirror, and huts
in the still lagoon.
Christina Egan © 2018
These haiku about haiku were written looking at three picture postcards, where I instantly perceived patterns and metaphors.
Poetry – and painting or photography – are like rear mirrors which make hidden things visible and ordinary places special.
Photograph: Christina Egan © 2016.
Christina Egan 