Haiku #5: Old Father Thames, London

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As you know, I’m fascinated by the traditional haiku – short poems consisting of three lines, and the lines containing firstly five syllables, then seven, then five; and somewhere in the haiku there is a seasonal reference, however oblique.

I’m in London at the moment, and am lucky enough to live just 1oo yards/metres from the River Thames. I love London, and especially this part – I know, I’m biased.

So, I got up early this morning, and wandered along the banks of the River Thames to ‘greet the sun’, as a light, cold, grey fog ‘rolled’ along the river – the idea of ‘pea-souper’ London fogs is, essentially, a thing of the past, but especially at times of seasonal transition, this time of the year, when the weather changes and the temperature drops,  fog abounds along the banks of the river, nearby streets and ‘hangs’ over local parks and tumbles into the street(s).

Here’s a few haiku (or should that be haikus) about my early morning encounter.

1

Old Father Thames wakes.
His cold, grey breath moves onward.
So ‘menacingly’.

2

London dressed in grey.
Little seen, for much is lost.
Damp, rime, autumn frost.

3

Unseeing, I walk.
Faith-steps, slowly, taken now.
A ‘leap in the dark’?

4

Easterly winds blow.
Invisible is seen, now.
Old Father Thames wakes.

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