Renga at the End of the Year


The Gate of the Moon

Nowhere left

for the rain

to run to


solar panels capture

a dull grey sky


this hill

rising above

winter earth


three hundred thousand miles

reflected in a puddle


a quick burst

glimpses of red

waxwings scatter


assorted woollen socks

circle the rug


in awe of grammar

we follow the rules

we have never heard of


the white Buddha

mossy round his knees


the poetry master said

if you don’t understand anything

it’s all right


how convert digital

love to analogue?


while the clock ticks

memories chime

to a different rhythm


a year’s worth of tears

spilled before breakfast


she draws

small villages

when she’s lost


the language of light

tells the garden its season


how to be an artist?

invite someone dangerous

for tea


the fox in Brian’s garden

weighing his options


what we’ll see

when it’s all over

the gate of the moon


seedheads of honesty

waxy, translucent


the mouse carefully sniffs

the air outside

the opened trap


budding black already

ash branches, tips uplifting.

A Renga in Winter

at Harnham Buddhist Monastery

on 27th December 2012.




Ajahn Abhinando

John Bower

Chandra Candiani

Linda France

Geoff Jackson

Martha Jackson

Neda Popovic Bras

Christine Taylor

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One thought on “Renga at the End of the Year

  1. dianajhale says:

    Beautiful way to end the year – thank you!

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