Haiku: ‘Fourteen’ by Graeme Sandford

As few saw this 2 years ago, I shall save you trawling my archives. G:)

Graeme Sandford

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A ‘sonnet?’ Easy!
‘Shall I compare thee to a…’
No, that has been done.

‘My love is like a…’
Is like a ‘what’ Exactly?
Is like a ‘pilchard’?

And I just can’t use
Iambic Pentameter;
The lines are too short!

I shall give it ‘thought’,
Come up with a compromise
‘My love hath two eyes,..’

No, that is just pants!
‘Her face launched a thousand whips?’
Bit edgy like that.

‘She is of the dawn…’
Early-riser, by nature –
But, ‘no’ Juliet.

‘Where’er she walks she…’
That’s a bit ‘too old-fashioned’
Right out of the Ark!

‘She breathes of the air…’
Which is just saying ‘she lives!’
Which doesn’t say much.

Not so easy this!
‘Her love is like a big bun!’
That’s cal-horrific!

The Sonnet, by me:

‘Without her I would be lost
I would turn to dust

My torn heart would stop
And breath from my lips would…

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One response to “Haiku: ‘Fourteen’ by Graeme Sandford

  1. The first section. These lines:

    “‘Her face launched a thousand whips?’
    Bit edgy like that.

    ‘She is of the dawn…’
    Early-riser, by nature –
    But, ‘no’ Juliet.

    ‘Where’er she walks she…’
    That’s a bit ‘too old-fashioned’
    Right out of the Ark!”

    They are so beautiful.

    Thank you for sharing this, Graeme.

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