A cool milky moon
spills through an open doorway—
she drinks in silence.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Tag Archives: haiku
Before the snow. (haiku)
Blood vessels branch out
from frozen hearts and grey flesh—
black trees of winter.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Thursday 7:58 A.M. (haiku)
Blanched, pregnant sky
delivers morning thunder;
gutters swell with leaves.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Tornado season. (haiku)
Wet, violent winds
bludgeon and scatter seedlings—
fists pound on a door.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Heathcliff. (tanka)
He smiles himself dead,
finally tasting her rain
dripping from windows—
they found him wide eyed and wet,
her wild hair jammed down his throat.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Catherine. (tanka)
Slippers lost to rocks
on a ramble through the moor,
she rips up her shawl
to wrap her soft bloodied feet
while the harsh winds howl his name.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Quantum Decoherence. (tanka)
Subatomic view
of chaos and energy
superimposing
forever onto never;
observed, ghosts reveal their truth.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
