Six Yorkshire Haiku

wooid stack'd
ahint t'shed
oe'er-ran wi' bahndweed

wheeir t'muck-stacks were
lush trees nah grow
on t'illside

hot efternooin
sheep on t'fells kip
bi a stoan

river agate —
ducks on t'igh bank
waddle i' a lahne

med blahnd
bi t'low Jan'ry sun
Paris ti Hades

ower t'M1
a breet-een'd kestrel
'ovvers

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 10th March 2002

Publications

2002 YDS Summer Bulletin (UK)
2004 Aesthetica (UK)
2008 Ackworth born, gone West (Internet)

The Labyrinth

THE LABYRINTH

On the far side of Hope
ears pop;
my head spins.

Queuing for water
from the town well,
winds from up the dale
blow in one ear,
exit less coolly.

At the top of Long Hill
we rest;
views of the valley
are but a misty panorama.

I feed on a bacon butty,
drink hot black unsweetened tea.

The journey home
will be fraught with uncertainty;
not all traffic lights
turn green on approach.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 23rd November 2001

Publication

2004 Aesthetica (UK)