Mountain Rain

Leaf 390 – Looking Back

 

Tokuriki Tomikichiro - Moon and Bamboo (1970)

I think this poem was originally written around 2003-2004, while I was walking the old Tōkaidō in Hakone (see, Leaf 62).

 

 

Rattling the bamboo –

a short drift of

mountain rain.

 

 

English Riviera

Leaf 389 – Reflections

 

Michael Praed - Traditional Fishing Craft in the Creek

This poem captures a view which I’ve often seen from the window of trains when travelling down to Penzance in Cornwall.

 

 

English Riviera –

tarped dinghies

and drizzle.

 

 

 

This haiku was originally written and posted on Bluesky in response to a #dailyhaikuprompt: 'drizzle.'

Rainless Night

Leaf 388 – Reflections

 

Kawase Hasui - Moon over the Arakawa River, Akabane (1929)

A poem written around this time last year in Tokyo.

 

 

Thunder rolling

through –

rainless night.

 

 

 

Salt & Iron

Leaf 387 – Looking Back

 

Tim Chamberlain - Moorings, Newlyn (1999)

This is another of my poems about the fishing port of Newlyn in Cornwall, where I spent most of my summer’s while growing up.

 

 

Scent of salty air

and corroding iron –

fishing boats at rest.

 

 

 

Above the Rooftops

Leaf 386 – Reflections

 

Ueno Keisei Juraku Building (c.1950s)

I am a big fan of the railways in Japan, but the ‘Bullet Train’ really is in a league of its own.

 

 

Gliding above the rooftops

– the Shinkansen

leaving the city.

 

 

 

Evening Air

Leaf 385 – Looking Back

 

Margaret Preston - Sydney Heads (1925)

This poem pairs neatly with Leaf 276, which is also about the years when I was lucky enough to live right by the River Thames.

 

 

Warm evening air

on the water –

low tide.

 

 

 

Robinson Crusoe

Leaf 384 – Looking Back

 

I first read Daniel Defoe’s ‘Robinson Crusoe’ (1719) when I was fifteen years old. Nearing fifty last year, I re-read it again for a second time. And, on one particular occasion while doing so, I found myself thinking about how much my life had transformed between those two readings. Somehow, that context seemed oddly apt ...

 

 

At the Immigration Office –

sitting reading

Robinson Crusoe.

 

 

 

Photographs by Tim Chamberlain