Christmas and New Year Haiku and Senryu

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next in line

for santa…

Mummy’s spit in my hair

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Christmas lights…

across the road

traffic light blinking

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Christmas Eve

kids asleep – unwrapping

her

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new Christmas boardies…

a size too small

after lunch

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hanging on a nail…

the end of the year

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New Year’s calendar

hung over

the kitchen sink

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curb side bin

emptied New Year’s day –

a little bit left

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To the bloke dating my sister,

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When we heard you were over

a decade older than her

my brother said something

about ‘Uncle Dave’ and I must admit

we all laughed a little.

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Two migratory birds

flew into Brisbane last Christmas, white

as chalk cliffs; their bones grinned

in the sun as they anticipated our eyes.

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And we watched…

sunlight playing  in her hair,

her travelled heart

no longer searching for repair.

Cracking a Gold we drank agreeably

about Kentish ales and how you met:

in grey twilight

picking up the clarinet

next to her car

Last night, placing bets

about why you asked us to huddle

around the laptop, we watched

a grinning British bowler hat

beside our sister, your new bride.

And we hooted like drunken yobbos

from The Hill at the Gabba.

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Sacred space in the suburbs

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The room crinkles plastic sheeting,

stepping softly, we pause

to help her focus.

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All senses gather again

inside walls, to hold a meeting

for a minute.

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This is a room for women.  I clamp

a hose to the tap, filling the pool

with warm waters.

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Her sisters recreate a womb

out of soft light around her.

Busy, hushed, pause again, carry on.

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Trade like hands push and probe,

‘Position is good.  Don’t

push yet.  Let it happen.’

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She stands alone in labour,

supported from a distance

of a glass of water.

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Ruptured water balloon drains

insulation, coconut saddled into pelvis,

pressing for a three-inch journey.

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Another set of leg cramps

down my belly. This body knowing

what to do, taking over.

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The walls, quiet street

and sacred night accept the noises

of a first breath and cry.

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