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| Small blue green planet
Sailing on the sea of night, A hope in the dark. ALAN McKEAN |
| small bird
in a winter puddle ripples of dusk DIANA WEBB (First published in Blithe Spirit) |
| rustling leaves
the sky and my tea steep darker MEGAN ARKENBERG |
| first night alone
the new sounds from this old house TONY A. THOMPSON |
| The midnight scribbler
Seeks words at the bottom of A lonely wine glass. ALAN McKEAN |
| lines about the moon
illegible in moon light BERNARD GADD |
| all night
tossing and turning over that line and then this one LIAM WILKINSON |
| 3am:
another 2000 words MAUREEN IRVINE |
| sleeping alone
disorients me – I roll over and fall into your absence BOB LUCKY |
| clear night
the space between us HELEN BUCKINGHAM |
| mobile phone
vibrating on my pillow your name in lights CIARÁN PARKES |
| no moon tonight
writing her name in the table dust TONY A. THOMPSON |
| crow eats darkness
leaving a hole for moonlight lantern MARTIN WILLITTS JR. |
| through the curls
of a crow’s feet . . . deepening twilight JOHN BARLOW |
| accidentally
scaring myself with ghost stories, it's a long while before I can sleep M. KEI |
| watching zombie movies
in the night: no one to scream with MAUREEN IRVINE |
| Valentine's Night
working a shift at the VD clinic SUSAN DELPHINE DELANEY |
| late at night
the music from a party invades my dreams PATRICIA PRIME |
| Hot tropical night
Swamp frogs sing low arias Sad opera of rain OZ HARDWICK |
| in the early hours
we dance by fridge light LIAM WILKINSON |
| Autumn night...
old postcards spread smell of memories IVANA VANJA NIKOVIC |
| long night
the duvet creeping his way HELEN BUCKINGHAM (First published in Mainichi Daily News) |
| closing shift--
she gives the disinfectant bottle a solitary squirt MEGAN ARKENBERG |
| The beach at night
Abandoned broken doll Smiles at the moon VID VUKASOVIC |
| pale moonlight . . .
shadows play the length of her spine JOHN BARLOW (First published in Wisteria 4) |
| night after night
while storms attack our home, we stay safe in the comfort of this bed in the warmth of this marriage AMELIA FIELDEN |
| the breeze
rattles the blind – unfazed you sleep through my insomnia BOB LUCKY |
| the moan
of a foghorn beyond the silence I dream your whispers wake me GINA |
| night café
she sips the moon in her short black ANDRE SURRIDGE |
| our arguing over
we lie listening to the moon MATT HETHERINGTON |
| rats in the ivy
the dog’s faint snore insomnia DENIS M. GARRISON |
| lights out
the boy turns his book to the moon ANDRE SURRIDGE |
| a full moon,
speckled by gnats M. KEI |
| Nightfall -
the fireflies just appear from nowhere MAGDALENA DALE |
| satellites wink
among scattered stars lunar eclipse CATHERINE LEE |
| Lunar eclipse-
one by one the fireflies appear from everywhere MAGDALENA DALE |
| low over the hill
a red moon waxes ... the empty road ahead ALAN SUMMERS |
| rising golden moon
she takes the Yorkshire pudding out of the oven ANDRE SURRIDGE |
| All the firflies
die out suddenly... the first fireworks VASILE MOLDOVAN |
| midnight skinny-dip –
he duck dives for the thrill of mooning the moon ANDRE SURRIDGE |
| gathering dusk
outside a quayside café fishermen’s lines ALAN SUMMERS |
| cool wind the streetlights are turned on MATT HETHERINGTON |
| The long night passes
sleeplessly I deep-breathe the December chill R. K. SINGH |
| wind in the oaks
wakes me and then lulls me to sleep BILL HART |
| AFTER WHISTLER'S NOCTURNES Millbank winter dusk- a bus twinkles with saphire stars small hand print on the gun-metal pane- azure neon tower crossing Vauxhall bridge- blue lights rise on The Eye's near rim, lamps edge the tide with gold DIANA WEBB |
| silent chaos
remodels normality nocturnal snowfall JENNI MEREDITH |
| that moment again
after the rum runs out the same dark thoughts DENIS M. GARRISON |
| listening to
the morning news on the radio- I keep aside two sprouted beans K. RAMESH |
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| NOCTURNE Curator : Liam Wilkinson 3LIGHTS Gallery January - March 2008 Copyright © remains with the authors |
| the Ferris wheel
stops spinning – a full moon caught in its cogs LIAM WILKINSON |
| We would like to dedicate this exhibition to the memory of writer, teacher and editor, BERNARD GADD 1935 - 2007 |
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| As 2008 dawns, we present an exhibition of haiku, senryu and tanka that celebrate the moments before dawn. We 'midnight scribblers' (as Alan McKean put it) have been up all night writing 'lines about the moon' (as Bernard Gadd put it). So, pour yourself a cup of strong coffee, open up the curtains to let in the moonlight and stay awake for the Nocturne.... |