#LoveTheWords #DylanDay #haiku 

"How time has ticked a heaven round the stars”. 

after the portrait 

before the ink had dried

the sitter was gone 

how did he know 

the poet with his pile of words

what was hidden there

i gag in crying 

for the child's night spun down

Swansea boys running

do you think we ought

to linger on his shadow

and kidnap a word

what stirs the damp wind

that the apple blossom snows

upon winter’s death

times past

when the poet’s pen is raised

be sure you listen

poet’s hermitage

pilgrims looking for clues

are clueless 

Jim Young

Swansea

@BaitTheLines