3 rock haiku

Posted on October 17, 2018 by Joanna M. Weston

We pass rocky cliffs on our way in and out of Victoria. Our beaches tend
towards piled rocks and pebbles. It’s easy to think of them as changeless but
they do wear down over time …

rock scraped clean
eons ago  –                                             
sundown

***

the shipwreck rests
on black rock –
silent lighthouse

***

a tree clings
to rock –
the ferry passes

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to 3 rock haiku

  1. jhopesimpson says:
    October 17, 2018 at 5:56 am

    Very  nice!  Thanks , Jenny. 

    Sent from my Galaxy Tab A (2016)

    Reply

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