Haikus of Love And Lust

Love Haikus

A garroter’s tool
strangling so sweetly, the noose
twined by heartstrings.

When we fall in love
the rushing air tricks our hearts
with belief in flight.

True love is grounded,
not airy-headed; we feel
no impact from falls.

Lust Haikus

Infatuation:
the sleight of hand that robs us
with counterfeit coins.

The Questing Beast roams,
its voice like a hundred hounds—
Lust always wanders.

Pestle and mortar
grinding redolent flowers
into a poison.

Haiku Reviews: Michael Mcdowell’s Blackwater Series

Heavy rains fell long,
churning the blackwater whorl,
yet tears fall longer.

Changelings and snatchers,
by theft a family grows,
as does a deft tale.

When the levee breaks
and the town washes away,
so, too, does the heart.

Water oak seeds sown
in Perdido sands, each plot
sprouting an orchard.

Matriarchs battle
with poisonous courtesy;
nought is as it seems.

Faulkner and Lovecraft
and the murmurs of lost souls
neath conjoined rivers.

A junction of wills
aswirl with an undertow,
consuming readers.