8 HAIKU AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

 

1

Nimbly leaping,
Wing-like hands all fluttering.
The forty-foot hole.

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2

Make room in the bed
Said he with key now at hand
And plump body plunged.

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3

Tell him she says but
What can he do, if not smoke?
Life’s not a rose bed.

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4

Lethargy. Flowers.
The air feeds most. Sensitive.
Botanic Hothouse.

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5

The thirty-two feet
Per second. Careless air. Law
Of falling bodies.

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6

Almond and benzoin-
It brings out her darkness when
Added to white wax.

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7

Sweet lemony wax
Yes I. Do it in the bath.
Curious longing.

8

Her tongue was too long.
Her blouse- too open, she says.
Pot calls to kettle.

 

All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly. Inspired by Ulysses by James Joyce for Bloomsday2020

 

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