Is Beauty (Day 337)

Stars on sapphire sky, 

bouyant origami boats,

folded from paper money

—is beauty desire?

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Blue Tide, Bruce Anderson 

(University of Stellenbosch)

Some Days Are Like That (Day 290)

Some days are like that 

special stone, gleaming 

like a gem among 

the shattered shells and 

flabby mats of kelp—

the one you plucked 

from the sand, and held 

out in your cold hand 

for my admiration, before 

tucking it in your pocket, 

for luck. Now, dry and

bleached, it lives deep 

in my dresser drawer, 

surprising me sometimes,

when it appears in my 

cold, outstretched hand, 

so far away from home.

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Isle of Skye, FrankWinkler 

How Summer Wanders (Day 188)

Evening sank, then, 

when we understood 

how summer wanders. 

Then, when the world 

seemed to flutter 

like plum blossoms 

under April’s spell. 

I thought as much—

I remember, too, 

when the shards 

of frozen days 

pierced our hearts; 

you, silently dismayed. 

Soon, in a different light, 

when summer has been 

well-staged, we may amble 

along the sleeping shore, 

mid-day tide rushing in. 

This will happen. 

And we’ll feast on 

the orchards’ spoils, when 

all is sweet-dripping nectar, 

and dozy, humming bees. 

The size of that night sky, 

laced so finely with stars, 

delicate as lichen patterns 

on an ancient stone wall.

You can take me now, 

if you like, into this sinking 

evening, before it is gone. 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Inspired by "Ich Denke Dein" by JW von Goethe (Untranslated version)

Photo: North of Slaidburn, Donald Judge