Autumn Haiku
The red squirrel flits
From brown bark to golden leaf
He is not gone yet
Winter Acrostic
When cold winds blow and rain comes from the north
In time, you see the days are growing short
Now frost appears and creeps across the pane
The crust of ice upon the ditch and drain
Even as the sleet and snow descend
Remember that this too will have to end
Summer Sonnet
The winds of summer blow the swallows in
And dries the meadow sweet and waving grass
The dance of insects on the pond begin
To tempt the lazy fish which slowly pass
The cuckoo sounds his two note symphony
The hills and dales will echo back his call
Plump pigeons roost in flowering orchard trees
The soaring lark climbs higher over all
Primroses spring up on the sides of roads
The golden glint of buttercups in bloom
The lupins gladly bear their heavy loads
To brighten up and banish winter’s gloom
The summer’s come and spread its happy cloak
On all the world and also all its folk
Falun Gone?
I will not serve
I shall not see
I have not swerved
I ought not be
I do not make
I can not say
I did not take
I will not stay
I will not brook
I might not think
I must not look
I will not blink
I may not talk
I will not flee
I would not walk
I am not free
Brian Mc Cabe is a retired civil servant in Ireland, who is now pursuing an interest in creative writing, and has had a number of poems and short stories published in Ireland. He writes for a number of journals on the subjects of history and archaeology, and has recently published Dear Miss B: A collection of Edwardian Postcards.
the ambiguity of poetry is something that cannot be denied. it involves the reader as much as the writer. because poetry seeks at the intrinsic meaning beyond words, only classical poetry allows us to obtain this without pollution. it is the most straightforward realistic view of the world. as close to real as it gets.