Themed Haiku Sequences -- Collaborations
between
John Bird and Beverley George
    



To validate "themed haiku sequences" as suitable for Yellow Moon competitions, Beverley George (Yellow Moon editor) and John Bird (Yellow Moon haiku sequence judge) collaborated to write a number of sequences and submit them to open competitions and for publication. Reproduced here are:
           Aged in Oak
           Winter Beach
           Voices of the Rivers
           the magpie watcher

Walking Into Autumn
Market Day
Counsel of Crows


Aged in Oak


filtered light
on the forest floor –
an acorn shoot


winter solstice –
the echo of axe on oak
fills the forest


a falling tree
crashes through saplings –
the silence…


the docking saw
swings clear – the miller
counts ninety four rings


oak shavings curl
from the jack plane –
a scurry of leaves


split stavewood –
the cooper digs a splinter
from his thumb


deep shade –
barrels of wine stacked
curve to curve


oak off-cuts
crackle in the hearth –
a glass of claret


forest clearing –
the splat of raindrops
on leaf litter


Aged in Oak was published in Stylus No9, November, 2003, and published in Yellow Moon No14, 2003.



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Winter Beach


a beach path
weaves through bitou –
booming surf


the ocean
overflowing the beach –
full day moon


the old shack –
a sand drift wedges
the door ajar


where we kissed –
the shiver of breeze
in dune grass


weathered planks –
a dusty window reflects
the breakers


a tern's cry –
the slow migration
of dark clouds


circling storm –
nobody else to watch
the next wave rise


walking back
I avoid my footprints –
lifting wind


streaked sunset –
rocks and their shadows
reclaim the beach


Winter Beach was highly commended in the Hawkesbury River Writers Competition, 2003, and published in Yellow Moon No14, 2003.



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Voices of the Rivers


a senryu sequence in three parts
by
Beverley George  &  John Bird




  1.  John Oxley,  Surveyor-General of New South Wales, explorer


     inland sea unfound –
we turn east
   to find an ocean





   clematis clings
to escarpment rocks –
    our clawing descent





    an easterly sings –
in the casuarinas –
    faint tang of salt





    storm-torn trees
crash all around us –
    I lead the prayers





    thoughts on India –
I name this river
    Hastings





    we trade a tomahawk
for an Aborigine canoe –
    they fear my white horse





    natives hover
beyond out campfire's reach –
    Great Dividing Range





    our victuals:
kangaroo emu fish duck –
    a moving feast





    a zigzag march
through rainforest –
    we feed the leeches...





    Sea View Mount –
we land-locked mariners feel
    the ocean's tug





    North Brother Looms
over Watson Taylor's Lake –
    Aborigine dreaming?





    for this unclaimed land
a governor's name – I proclaim
              Port Macquarie



  2.  Leviston,  Aborigine of the Ngamba tribe, blacktracker and bush constable


     morning birdsong –
Koori and kangaroo
   drink the same river





   three ships –
voice of our fathers
    lost in the gale





    oh, North Brother –
who will save your brothers
    from this bad dream






    prisoners break free –
I find their tracks
    at Bonny Hills





    such thick walls
for St Thomas' Church
    what spirits do they fear?









    we swap an old canoe
for Oxley's iron axe –
    his white spirit horse





    glint of muskets –
the storm can not hold them
    away from us





    Cedar Cutters' Plains –
four axemen feel the bite
    of Koori spears





    Monunggal has caught
an escaping prisoner –
    I will not watch





    bush constable now –
tea and sugar rations
    for my gunyah



  3.  Daniel Watkins,  convict prisoner,  sawyer


     the Lady Nelson runs
for shelter in Trial Bay –
   a stormy remission





   hail on our hut –
I sharpen the saw teeth
    with a whetstone





    long stroke
of our cross-cut saw –
    the guard lights his pipe





    a rosewood log
floats down the Hastings –
    twilight stretches





    smoothing adze –
no splinters for the bums
    on St Thomas' pews





    a pardon,
free to go home – but, oh
    the smell of eucalypt





    a seasoned sawyer
I join the cedar getters –
    no double-irons





    dawn work parade –
cedar towering over brush
    red gold





    the sledge rings
against a splitting-wedge –
    a crow flies off





    red dust showers
my partner in the saw pit –
    a bellbird calls





    James Simons spread
on the triangle again –
    blood fills his boots



Voices of the Rivers was Highly Commended in the FAW Hastings poetry competition, 2003,
and published in the anthology People Of The Two Rivers.





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                      Walking Into Autumn
                                       ~ a haiku sequence ~
 
picket fence –
she waits behind
the scent of rosemary



climbing rose –
he links her arm
through his



the old school –
discussing norfolk pines
no longer there



a butterfly
jinks along the path
her topaz earrings



pacific headland –
the shadowed curve
of her neck



a swirl of gulls
at the beachfront park –
endless squabble



a soaring kite –
behind a brush fence
a child is singing



finding words
for the colour of things –
a skein of greys



distant thunder –
a skateboard rider
thrums past



dying light –
the sister is waiting
outside the gate





autumn tang –
last year's woodsmoke
in his jacket



her white cane
rattles along a railing –
his fake shoe shuffle



side by side
over the buckled pavement –
filling in last week's gaps



on the bush track
they pause for breath –
a whip bird



stopped
by an unknown fragrance –
a crushed leaf for her



nestled together
on the weatherworn seat –
the taste of sea spray



sharing poems –
the whisper of wind
through casuarinas



frosty air –
the remembered sound
of that spring stream



his arm tightens –
at the honeysuckle scent
they turn left



he stays in step
with her slowing pace –
yes, next monday




'Walking Into Autumn won the Hawkesbury River Writers competition, 2003, and
was published in Yellow Moon No14, 2003.



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~  Market Day  ~     




     the Salvo band –
a boy wraps his arms
   round a watermelon




    a woman peeps
into the tarot tent –
    wind in the bunting




    a whetstone rasps
down the axe blade edge –
    his gnarled thumb




    reedy harmonica –
a worldly child holds
    the busker's hat




    competing chefs –
the sparrows served
    in many languages




    Horries Handy Tools –
the ten pound sledge
    heavily discounted





    tinkling bells –
a brass buddha smiles
    at the rose quartz



    the village poet
recites rude limericks –
    a mynah bird




    the RSL gun
aimed above the markets –
    cormorants fly past



    jewelled slippers
in the silk bazaar –
    tang of sandalwood




    bargain fashions –
under makeshift cubicles
    thonged feet shuffle




    mango smoothie –
after six samples
    the kid says no




    jewellery display –
the stallholder's navel
    winks at me




    Family Pedigrees –
his cross-eyed bitzer
    sniffs my calves




    bouncing castle –
a pregnant lady enters
the boy scout raffle




    rain clouds –
the man sings a folk song
    to bromeliads




    fading light –
the hand-knitted toys
    repacked in tissue




    voices rise
in the emptying car park –
    swirling leaves




'Market Day' was published in the Karrinyup Writers anthology, Kingfisher, 2003.


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                      The Counsel of Crows
                                       ~ a parallel haiku sequence ~
The Counsel of Crows, by Beverley George and John Bird, was published in Yellow Moon No14, 2003. It is an example of the Parallel Collaborative Haiku Sequence, described as 'parallel' because it contains two sequences. Each is meant to be read vertically but there is a relationship between haiku on the same horizontal level.
 
Anzac Day eve –
a crow watches an old man
mow Memorial Park


memorial obelisk –
only three sides
with names


wisp of steam
she irons the last crease
from his ribbons


Anzac parade
a one-legged crow hops
behind the scouts


two minutes silence
a woman at the back
hushes her baby


the Salvation Army
trumpeter licks his lips –
last post


reveille
the lame crow flaps off
into grey skies


the mayor's speech
his son wanders away
to the swings


turning to face west –
campaign medals clank
on a young chest


the flag bearer
struggles against the wind
a bank of clouds


the halyard clip
clangs against the flagpole
an old digger looks up


Quick March!
the ragged column picks up
the bass drum beat


rumours of war
my son cycles past
the town cenotaph


tea at the RSL
a name on their Honour Roll
the same as ours


his eighteenth birthday
I switch off
the evening news


town wedding
a plane drones overhead
too low


confetti shower
the spill of laughter
down church steps


weekly shopping –
in the linen press
stored tins of food


piano practice
from the school yard
cadet drums


caw of a crow
heavy in still air –
its beating wings


clatter of spanners –
in the shed he fixes up
his worn bike


recruitment night –
the town hall flagpole
casts a long shadow


train whistle
his old kelpie whimpers
in her sleep


kettle steam –
our wattle tree flares
in first light







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~  the magpie watcher  ~     




  his wheelchair
crunches pine needles–
the cries of nestlings




morning sunshine
inches down the pine–
a dead fledgling




chair brake on–
the wild flapping
of a branchling




adults away–
a dissonant warble
from the nest




tv antenna–
the mother calls her offspring
into the world




gardener's spade–
the juvenile stalks
its mother




an erratic swoop–
the spider repairs
its web




shortening days–
through his open window
the dawn carol

© 2005


'the magpie watcher' was published in Blithe Spirit 15 (1) 2005.


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