Catherine Baker

all down the dark road
soft-cheeked little indoor moons
shine through the curtains

the rain
and the tree
writing a life story

Iridescence Leaf 320 – Art Inspired   Hasegawa Senzan - Iris and Dragon Fly This poem was in part inspired by Hasegawa Senzan’s painting, ‘Iris and ...

Iridescence
alighting
on a blue iris.

#俳句 #English俳句 #俳句inEnglish #haiku

not dark but far
secret side of the moon
where daydreams are

#DailyHaikuPrompt (moon)

Early morning
a hummingbird not disturbing
a branch

#haiku #senryu #poetry

#dailyhaikuprompt #fiddleheads #twighlight

fiddlehead ferns
looming in the twighlight
the owl's hoot

The photo shows a regal fallow deer buck early in the year. The poem reads: crowned in spine-edged vanes/ with winter-deep velvet pelt:/ sumptuous/ wary

Photopoem shared 9th March 2026

the moon
so soft-
lifting all tides

the antenna a guide
of the floating flower
the butterfly
#completethehaiga

white gold —
a spider’s web
touching the moon

#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #moon

Barn washed with pale light,
the moon tracing every stone
through the centuries.

#Haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt Moon

Photo by Spencer Selover. A single droplet floats against a dark background, reflecting a faint glimmer of light. The surrounding darkness emphasizes its delicate, almost weightless presence. In the lower right corner, a curved green and yellow edge suggests the surface from which the droplet might have fallen or detached. The scene evokes a sense of stillness and suspension.

A raindrop is a traveler — a fragment of the universe, journeying to meet you.

moon walk —
the lightness I feel
for a change

#haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (moon)

#completethehaiga 141 @completethehaiga.bsky.social

just mooning about
elbows on my windowsill
dreaming of Springtime

#dailyhaikuprompt moon

Looking up from under the canopy of a giant tree fern in El Yunque National rainforest in Puerto Rico. The fern fronds are bright green, and there is a black dotted pattern that goes around their edges, like tiny teeth

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somehow
I get to be
part of the pattern

#haiku #senryu #rainforest

The princess
in the tower finds
a spiral staircase
and walks down and down
into bird-song spring

Today's #tanka for #UnknownFairyTales is especially for @joypops.bsky.social

Black and white photo of a long thin rain puddle on a road with the reflection of tree branches. The nearby winter trees line the road by a village green with houses behind.

Underland.

#ClassicMono

cast on the carpet
light through the crack of your door
separate colours

Happy #InternationalWomensDay! Here’s a thread on some of the extraordinary women in my book, #GhostsoftheFarm: Farmers, Horse Breeders, Community Leaders & Change Makers, who had been all but forgotten. Their mid-life (& beyond) energy, humility & humour was an inspiration in itself… 1/21

polishing
granmoman's
silver
and
pewter -

a
cold
rain
falls

#senryu

home
from
an
over-
night
shift

woman
with
a
bloody
mouth
passes
by

#shinkeiku #senryu

in the silence .
remembering .
those things unrememberable .
thin slice .
of morning coldness .

#gogyohka

mother
beside the baby's
crib...
her eyes blank
in the moonlight

#tanka

The slow drip, of my bank account; far from empty, but no longer filling.

The soon-to-be, gap in my resume; not even born yet, but growing soon.

I notice, more gray hairs these days; when will I be, employed again?

#sijo

& far out on the loch little grebes whinnying (a small horse on helium), big voices from little bodies - there is wing-shimmering & running on water, there are deep & sudden dives, vast & small-scale drama

A pointed roof
Grey above green under blue
Holy well wishes

©️ #AndreaCConnolly

6/8.3.2026

#haiku #botaiku #mpy #poetry
#micropoetry #photography by #AndreaCConnolly

My photo shows a view looking straight down an ancient street in Pompeii. The road is made of large, unevenly-shaped, rounded gray stone blocks. Running lengthwise through the stones are two shallow grooves—parallel tracks worn into the stone by the passage of wagon wheels centuries ago. On both sides of the street are pedestrian pavements, raised about a step higher than the road. Beyond the pavements are the remains of buildings with thick walls made of rough stone and reddish bricks. The roofs and upper floors are gone. The street stretches straight into the distance, narrowing with perspective. A few small human figures and trees in the distance, emphasize how long the road is. Above the street, the blue sky is streaked with thin, wispy clouds. At the far end of the street, rising behind the ruins, there’s a glimpse of the dark, lower slope of Mount Vesuvius, the volcano whose eruption buried Pompeii in AD 79.

Wheel ruts worn into the roads of ancient Pompeii made by the passage of wagons and carts some 2,000+ years ago.

A reminder to modern visitors of ancient traffic which flowed through busy Pompeian streets.

📷 by me

#Archaeology

Your bird disguise was more dragon, umbrella skin and bones for wings. Toothy beak. Mine mostly ideas of flight, feathered with scribbled pages.

But the crows let us join their storytelling. You heard strange tales of shiny treasures beyond reach. I heard secrets of the sky.

#ThingsToWriteAbout

Haiku by Kashiana Singh, Goran Gatalica, and David Josephsohn my epitaphagain and againthe weeds— Kashiana Singh (USA)Commentary by Nicholas Klacsanzky: Writing one’s epitaph has various connotations. It could mean the poet is near death or was near dea…

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my epitaph
again and again
the weeds

— Kashiana Singh

starry night—
the generations of women
who did needlework

— Goran Gatalica

busker’s song
coins rattle
in a minor key

— David Josephsohn

#haiku #poetry #poem