The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku)

Looking for something to write last night, I figured why not try marrying another two forms? And so I built a ghazal out of haiku.

The Cruel Lindens (a July Ghazal of Haiku)

Rose petals rust from
salt heat you once flowered in—
night-blooming orchid.

Across the harbour’s
still waters echo muttered
love songs of geese.

The cruel lindens—
pale flowers fill July nights
with your fragrant sweat.

All I have of you
now—thin crescent moon sharp in
your eyes through the night.

To find sleep, I count
freckles in bright galaxies
cold on your shoulders.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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