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Summer 2005, vol 3 no 2
   
  Hyakuin: Camellia House - a midsummer renga
     
sheet one, side one
  The floor’s a place
for an outdoor feast,
food in a basket
12:00 noon summer
  a quick rub with a dock leaf
and all is well
  summer
  yesterday's moon
still shining in the bowl
of her throat
  autumn, moon
  upside down
pores, not gills
13:00 autumn
  too large for the pond
the carp circling
only one way
  autumn
  the shadows beneath
her eyes grow darker
  misc
  a tongue wags in with
in that dress
you’d expect nothing less

  winter
  the small boys pee a row
of zeros in the snow
14:00 winter
     
sheet one, side two
  urged on
the vicar steps
off the church tower
  travel
  goose wing
into the harbour
  travel
  oiled
cormorant
can never be cleaned
  lamentations
  the shop assistant eyes up
stains on his jacket
15:00 love
  dark archipelagos
and outlined islands
where they may go
  love
  the honeymoon, paid for
by his parents
  love
  you’re always beautiful
muttered
to the daisies
  spring, flowers
  they bury the lamb
in the half–light
16:00 spring
  spring’s broken,
she shakes the watch
against her ear
  spring
  another spaceship enters
the orbit of the moon
  autumn, moon
  radios crackle
as an electric storm
kicks in
  autumn
  bake the pears whole
in sugar and red wine
17:00 autumn
  the burn is brackish
a race of rust
and shed wool
  autumn
  his beard unstuck
we recognise Santa Claus
  winter
     
sheet two, side one
  lost in the woods
Hänsel and Gretel
could only eat gingerbread
18:00  lamentations
  growing up fast
she slams the door
  lamentations
  in the face of it
the waiter rolls
the dragon’s eyes
  misc.
  looking down
stairs can be dangerous
  misc.
  the elixir’s made
of coltsfoot wrapped in
butterbur leaves
19:00  spring, flowers
  untie the ribbons
on the Maypole
  spring
  making for the open
two hares chase
across the down
  spring, love
  we stagger home
for the love of Bowmore
  love
  sandy toed
shoes on our heads
wading tidal flats
20:00  love
  spun, spun, spun
into a waltzer kiss
  love
  a line of light
traced onto sky
my head aches
  misc.
  on the long flight east
two orange dawns
  travel
  these fried peaches
are they breakfast
or last night’s tea?

  autumn, travel
  first win of the season
we follow the moon
21:00 autumn, moon
     
sheet two, side two
  cry of an owl
circling
whose hunting who?
  autumn
  in the dark
we almost felt the same
  love
  the differences
between our bodies
get less with age
  love
  despite the bleeps
we talk over everything
22:00 lamentations
  fuck this!
fuck that!

is all the walls say
  lamentations
  the new school
ringed by a six foot fence
  misc.
  we catch flies
for the biology teacher’s
flesh eating plants
  misc.
  popcorn spills over
at the late night double bill
23:00 misc.
  wiping off
her make-up
on the last bus
  misc.
  if you sit still long enough
you can watch the flowers open
  misc.
  in the birthing pool
the baby slips out
from liquid to liquid
  travel
  my ears pop as we enter
the channel tunnel
00:00 midnight travel
  for the love of country
I fled
and now you send me back?
  love
  a birthday present
she keeps the receipt
  love
     
sheet three, side one
  locked in a drawer,
an amulet,
a loaded gun
  love
  arms raised for St Jerome
the blood bubbles
01:00 religion
  across the land
wells spring
spreading black poison
  religion
  nightshade
cut with a scythe
  autumn, moon
  the charcoal burners camp
in the middle
of Oak Wood
  autumn
  a twist of smoke
plies through the mist
  autumn
  at the crater’s edge
disturbed by feet
a pebble dances down
02:00  travel
  she fell in love
with her psychoanalyst
  love
  together on a couch
a woman
and her cat
  love
  fingers in a bowl
of tormentil
  spring, flower
  a whole childhood
along ditches
of frog spawn
03:00  spring
  my nose led by
smells of wild garlic
  spring
  walking to the souk
for lemons
and a heel of ginger
  travel
  the bitterness wears off
as time goes by
  lamentations
     
sheet three, side two
  an undertaker
practices his tuba
in the moonlight
04:00  autumn, moon
  first hint of frost
cracks the gardener’s resolve
  autumn
  the whole street's washing
sooted up
by Mr. Smith’s bonfire
  autumn
  even the blue ribbon
has turned to ashes
  lamentations
  shouldn’t it be gold
that is found
at the end of the rainbow?
05:00  lamentations
  spiral notebooks and other
tiny packaged objects
  misc.
  what can I say,
mice have been at the
snowdrop bulbs again
  spring, flower
  up and up
through the dead leaves
  spring
  still sitting
the swan beaks
her massive nest
06:00  spring
  from the bank cows watch
a narrowboat pass
  travel
  which is the river?
which is a canal?
and which the sea?
  travel
  we sail them all anyway
in search of Tir nan Og
  travel
  the high Possil’s hat
could only
suit you
  love
  what is he to think
all those hearts on her sleeve?
07:00  love
     
sheet four, side one
  Lady Murasaki
elegantly dabs
a welling tear
  love
  everyone wants to be
a workie at breakfast
  misc.
  pull up the blinds
and the moon will shine
on buttered toast
  autumn, moon
  the train’s delayed
by the wrong sort of mist
  autumn, travel
  under a beech
the sheep gather
in closed circles
08:00  autumn
  she clings to his back
as they cross the river
  travel and love
  you see turquoise
behind your eyes
when he touches like that
  love
  the ice cap
stops melting
  winter
  Scott crossed out
the word ‘wife’
and wrote ‘widow’
09:00  winter
  the auctioneer’s hammer
comes down with a bang
  misc.
  fourteen cock pheasants
go rocketing
over the hedge
  misc.
  in her buttonhole
a speckled feather
  misc.
  up before dawn
to the meadows
mushrooming alone
  autumn
  he breathes out
it’s only the moon
10:00 autumn, moon
     
sheet four, side two
  willow leaves
float onto and under
the old bridge
  autumn
  our log pile shifts
a yowl from the vixen
  misc.
  the smudge of scarlet
through glass you know
is Japanese quince
  spring, flower
  painting outdoors
a delight of warmer days
11:00 spring
  it takes more time
to hide decorated eggs
in their small garden
  spring, religion
  the Buddha’s topknot
lifts him to the light
  spring, religion
  helicopter blades
whirl incessantly
overhead
  misc.
  poets shift
closer to the ground.
12:00 noon misc.
 
 
 

a hyakuin renga at Midsummer
The Camellia House, Yorkshire Sculpture Park,

West Bretton
21-22 June, 2004 (noon - noon)

Nine poets:
Paul Conneally
Anne-Marie Culhane
Alec Finlay
Linda France
Morven Gregor
Jackie Hardy
Alex Hodby
Gerry Loose
Beth Rowson

Renga Schema
Jane Reichold

[special thanks to Alex Hodby
and the Yorkshire Sculpture Park]

Related items in this issue of Simply Haiku:
~ Hyakuin: a 100-verse summer renga schema – Jane Reichold
~ Notes: The 24-hour Hyakuin Renga – Alec Finlay


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