Haiku Galore

von Marcus Krug

A field of roses

Wide and red and green, no white

Fertilised with rotten lilies

 

On Mutton Island

Strong gales come from the west

Slippery boulders

 

A new camera

Such splendid scenery

The battery, flat

 

It’s just a few pages

Still, many open questions

But soon it will end

 

Countless shelves of books

Hundreds or even thousands

But only one life

 

Slowly the door opens

Squeaking hinge in need of grease

Yet I do not move

 

Arsenic extract

First sweet, later acerbic

In chilli tasteless

 

Music fills the room

Surrounded by the masses

All dancing, but him