Views of North Sea Islands

Views of North Sea Islands Ansichten von Nordseeinseln

White cottage, steep thatched roof, covered with moss

 

Thick patches of moss
clustering on rippled thatch
like verdant islands,
like the islands we stand on:
growing in the rough grey sea.

Diagonal horizon, entirely flat between green and blue, with house in middle

Dicke Moospolster
auf dem welligen Reetdach,
gleich grünen Inseln,
gleich diesen Inseln hier,
wachsend im wilden grauen Meer.

Thatched roof, covered with moss

Red clover blossom:
tiny magenta lanterns
in the green and blue,
feeding on the salty floods
across these flat floating disks.

Diagonal horizon, entirely flat between green and blue, with house in middle

 

Rosaroter Klee:
winzige Laternen
in all dem Grün und Blau,
genährt von Salzfluten
über schwebende Scheiben hin.

Thatched roof, covered with moss

 

Huge ships approaching,
or space-ships – or are they hills,
or houses on stilts?
They are houses, hamlets, islets…
a necklace of glass beads.

 

Satellite image of a cluster of small emerald green islands

 

Da – Riesenschiffe –
Raumschiffe – oder Hügel,
Häuser auf Stelzen?
Häuser, Dörfchen, Inselchen…
eine Glasperlenkette.

English texts: Christina Egan © 2015
German texts: Christina Egan ©2016

Photographs: Christina Egan © 2014
Galerie Nieblum on Föhr; Hallig Hooge.
Satellite picture: NASA via Wikimedia.


From the flat, small, oval island of Föhr, you spot the even flatter, even smaller islands known as ‘Halligen’: their clusters of houses and trees on little dells are visible on the horizon far across the ocean.

The Halligen still get regularly flooded and are occasionally menaced by devastation. All these islands change shape over time, when the forces of wind and water eat away at their edges or add new land.

I wrote about a similar phenomenon observed on the Baltic Sea island of the Darss in Schöpfung (Darß).

Orange Butterflies

Orange Butterflies
(Monarch Butterflies)

Brittle ochre leaves…
No – sinewy butterflies,
waiting through winter!

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Orange butterflies,
tiny, tender, untiring,
crossing continents.

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A swift golden cloud:
a million bright butterflies
following their stars.

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Christina Egan © 2016

Clusters of deep-orange butterflies on deep-green leaves, similary shaped.

Monarch butterflies cluster in Santa Cruz, California.
Photograph by Brocken Inaglory via Wikimedia Commons.

May Haiku (Bruce Castle)

May Haiku
(Bruce Castle)

Glowing orange orbs,
cluster of new-born planets:
this year’s first roses!

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Dusk, delayed, scented:
the earth emerged from the dark,
bedecked like a bride.

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Below the half-moon
a low-flying aeroplane
slices up the sky.

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The tower-clock strikes,
bright, as if an angel called:
Be alive! Alive!

Christina Egan © 2013

You can see a photo of Bruce Castle, Tottenham, London and read some similar poetry in German at Himmelblaue Uhr.

April Rules the Land

April Rules the Land
(April haiku)

April rules the land,
leaden and golden in turns,
wayward as we are.

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Oxford Street, busy,
a splintered rainbow, patterns,
shaken and broken.

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The white narcissus 
sings with a voice as sweet as
her brother blackbird.

Christina Egan © 2000

The last haiku originally referred to ‘the ivory rose’, although in England, outdoor roses do not blossom yet in April. When I changed the wording to ‘the white narcissus’ to link it to the season and month, I did not know that the flower’s official name is Narcissus poeticus, or Poet’s Narcissus!

The ivory rose
sings with a voice as sweet as
her brother blackbird.

February Sparks

February Sparks
(February Haiku)

Grey on grey the street…
Lightning strikes – the sun reflected
in a windscreen.

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Stalks thrusting upwards
like spears with golden points:
armies of daffodils.

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The crocus carpet
is being woven for us
by day and by night.

Christina Egan © 2014 

I wrote these haiku, and am posting them, at the hardest time of the year: when cold and darkness have used up our reserves and spring has not arrived yet. However, bright signals of light and life surround us!

Winter Views from the Bus

Winter Views from the Bus

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Pink watering cans
lying flat in the drizzle,
dreaming undisturbed.

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The yellow front door
in the long row of houses:
It stands out. It smiles.

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The moon, veiled in mist,
floats in the darkness above
the bright white clockface.

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Christina Egan © 2012

I was looking at the clocks of St Pancras Station at
King’s Cross, but you could equally observe Big Ben.

There is no ‘London fog’ any more since coal fires were
outlawed — 
yet there are still a lot of mist and fumes…

In northern countries, there is very little colour in winter,
so you need to look out for splinters of colour and rejoice!

First Autumn Days / Erste Herbsttage

First Autumn Days
(September Haiku)

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Fiery flower,
still sucking sunshine, still scaling
the wooden fence.

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The sky turns deep pink
above the first rusty leaves
and burning berries.

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The moon, low and large,
a knob of solid silver
on heaven’s sceptre.

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Erste Herbsttage

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Feurige Blume,
noch saugst du die Sonne ein,
kletterst den Zaun hoch.

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Tiefrosa Himmel,
erste rostrote Blätter,
brennende Beeren.

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Der Mond, niedrig, groß,
solide Silberkugel
am Himmelszepter.

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Christina Egan © 2015

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Haiku have 5 + 7 + 5 syllables.
The German haiku are translated
from the English ones.

Auf den Höhen der Rhön

Auf den Höhen der Rhön
(Juli-Haiku)

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Mit blauen Blumen
bestickt, bläht sich das goldne Korn,
ein Tanzgewand.

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Auf dem Kiefernduft
gleitet der Habicht dahin
hoch über den Höhn.

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Die Kuppen im Dunst,
ein perlgrauer Scherenschnitt
vorm Silberhimmel.

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Im kupfernen Laub
ganze Quader von Jade:
bemooste Felsen.

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Christina Egan © 2003

The Rhön Mountains, part of the Central Uplands of Germany, stand out through their wild and austere beauty. – This series of haiku has just been published in the photo calendar Rhönkalender 2016.

English speakers: This text, titled On the heights of the Rhön, works quite well in a translation software. You can also see two wonderful panoramas of the mountains at the link to the calendar and some more on Wikipedia.

Silhouette of low silver-blue mountain range against silver-blue sky, just like in the poem.

Photograph: “Kegelspiel” by N8mahl at the German language Wikipedia.