Poet Laundry

Monday, June 29, 2026

under moth-light flare

palms damp, blushing strawberry

first kiss of summer

haiku/senryu version of my poem, “porch swing mood,” inspired by lua’s line “under moth-light flare”

I built you a castle

with my heart in my hands,

but you turned the spade

and plucked it out by the roots.

You didn’t heed

the old gambler’s advice

to know when to hold ‘em.

You thought you’d win,

but we lost

when you folded

the best hand at the table.

I built you a castle,

it was only a little one,

but still.

two images: pixabay.com