Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Diana Webb: BERCEUSE


Notes of a piano piece by Faure wind a trail along overgrown pathways, through the french doors with their wood-framed windows, into the post war lounge. The wireless in the corner broadcasts the tune that heralds fifteen minutes for those too young to go to school. I sit in the light of early afternoons; a shimmer through syringa leaves, a fall of shadows down the rockery...


Little Bo Peep
Have you any wool . . .
for my scarf of dreams?


by Diana Webb
London, England

1 comment:

Frank Williams said...

A beautifully concise haibun – love the scarf of dreams…