What her bones become

Let men be men, demands the man, and mark
the confidence in his request, his musk
still trailing far behind where dampening dark
has settled heavy stones to shape decay:
the dents defined in moss, once supple life,
her amber bracelet stains the skin turned grey
where bones show wrist aligned with womb now raped
by rock, in shallow cave – where [...]

4 haiku: Milky Way

In small hands
sparklers cast spiral
galaxies

Timeless play
dawn frays the tail end
of night’s arc
First published: Asahi Haikuist Network, July 17, 2009.

Owl asks who?
A billion stars wink
knowingly

Evening dress
Milky Way girdles
dashing earth

© Sara Dias