Poetry by Sarah, Haiku

The Lot

Image credit TJ Paris

my love loves flowers.
nothing brings her so much joy
as their sweet perfume.


a lippy tulip,
roses of red, pink, yellow,
purple hued violets,


sunny gerberas,
delicate gypsophila,
perfect proteas,


cheeky daffodils,
full rainbows of carnations,
sassy snapdragons,


queenly hydrangas,
a daisy just makes her day.
to market I went


to buy her bouquet.
I just couldn’t decide so
I bought the whole lot!

Prompt: TJ’s Household Haiku, Words: perfume, joy

Haibun, Haiku, Poetry by Sarah

Truth Fairy

on wings of whimsy
and magic, the fairy turns
ancient bone to gold

I lay in bed, barely able to contain my excitement. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep so that she may come! I pictured in my mind, a delicate pixie; fine-boned with pointed face. Her eyes would glitter with mischief and delight as she paid her clandestine visit. She wore cloth spun with gold thread and grew tiny gypsophila flowers in her hair.  I wondered if she brought with her a tiny pouch lined with velvet to carry away the old and leave her gift of gold.  I dreamed of all the ways I would spend my treasure. I heard the door open and pretended to be asleep. I squinted one eye to reveal a sliver; a glimpse of her true being. But what I saw instead was a monster. It was my mother’s hand reaching for the tooth and slipping a coin in its place.

magic has dissolved
as fairy wings turned to dust
the truth now exposed

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #35 fairy & magic