Celsius 233

Come Truffaut's firemen
Burn me among serried tomes
Old mad bookish man

Of course I thought about using Bradbury in the first line but Ray suffers from toomanysyllablitis, a terminal affliction to be avoided by haikuists.

And I love both works; and both endings, though I oscillate between preferring Bradbury's reaping the worldwind and Truffaut's nuanced and tantalising fade-to-mist.

Now, if only I could afford to have a second wall screen installed...



Football Chanting

"Bend it like Beckham" brought Keira Knightley
Fame for her role playing soccer so sprightly
The sequel "Sprain it like Becks" her agent has ruled out
As Repetitive Strain Injury to her Oscar-winning clout

A Clerihew inspired by a past injury to the England soccer player.


Poetic perambulations

Mist on Bath's skyline
Kissing gates and wooden stiles
No style over stile

Worn out after a three hour walk up hill and up hill (again) along Bath's south-east skyline, I managed to recall this haiku composed en route from memory and jot it down before I fell asleep...


Philip Glenister

In the '70s he was misogynist DCI, Gene Hunt
Pure anathema to the Women's Liberation Front
In the '80s he was foul-mouthed DCI, Gene Hunt
At his lack of promotion, Glenister showed no affront

Watching 'Hidden' I was reminded of this Clerihew I wrote when Philip Glenister starred in 'Life on Mars' and 'Ashes to Ashes'.


Off-piste eating

Jazz Café salad
Avocado and Bacon
Sates old timer's wish

Charles reprise's my favourite, no longer on the menu.


Lest we forget

Thanks for liberty
Those oft compelled to lose life
freedom and future

Composed following a visit to 'Bassett'

James the Second

James Murdoch
is no James Lovelock
Lovelock discovered Gaia (our Earth Mama);
the other works for his Papa

This Clerihew bubbled to the surface early this morning after watching JM's repeat performance at the CMS Select Committee hearing yesterday. I hope it brings a little perspective however much damage his family's organs have done to the body civic. Which doesn't mean he should be let off the hook; ultimately it's his own conscience he must face.


Hedgerow Haiku

Walking from Northend
In need of Bath; instead beer
In the Bladud's Head

Haiku written on returning to Larkhall from Northend one evening via Batheaston Meadows and the Bladud's Head public house. 


Happy 50th Birthday

At Brome's fiftieth
Four families drunk together
What's good about life!

After an excellent meal and wines in a restaurant in St Margaret's on Saturday 5th November, the evening degenerated into terrifying electrifying speechifying. This haiku was composed, after a fair amount of quaffing, to keep my contribution, above all, short.



Indian Imagery

Tooth-full youthful smile
Seat and saddle 'thwart ruled ways
Of abandon'd Raj

[A Haiku inspired by three photographs of a bygone era in India, where my father spent the last months of World War 2]


A haiku for someone

No right to mourn her
If she dies and if she lives
No way to love her

Reworking of a favourite haiku I wrote once for someone...


Poor Mrs Sancho Panza
dies wealthy in la Mancha
Rich widow leaves sum actuary
to Don Quixote Sanctuary

While Ian Hislop's Ugandan relations missed
PRIVATE EYE's 50th Birthday Honours List,
Gnomemart's offer stopped Ollie Nitwit going redder:
a Royal Parks litter bin with inbuilt shredder.