Poet's Haiku

In the quiet of the sea
The words are waiting
Slippery as fish

A Homecoming

That Christmas night we walked
all the way from Bethnal Green
to mass at Moorfields
Side by side for the first time
in so many years


Topic: Winter having gone on too long

What fun!
Knocking off people’s hats in  the street
or better yet – heads.

Red Umbrella

Like a rose opening in the rain
my new red umbrella
opens over my head
Now I’m tiny as Thumbelina
dancing, singing in the rain.

Sunday Afternoon 

In the park huge golden hands
were reaching for the clouds.
I walked back alone at twilight
but you were with me.
Someone had written up on a wall
the single word: Forgive.

Grace Andreacchi

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