I learnt a new word last weekend…. “haiku”

I learnt a new word last weekend…. “haiku”

Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry.

A haiku uses just a few words to capture a moment and create a picture in the reader’s mind.

And it turns out that a good and always very understated (unlike me) friend of mine, Quayler, is a haiku poet.

You should check him out.

But the genesis of this post and how it got around to Quayler is quite interesting (well to me at least).

It’s my Dad’s birthday next month and although he died a few years back I got a calendar reminder on my phone – although I never really got on with him or sent him a card despite him being quite a likeable rogue when he wasn’t being an arse.

So, I did a search in my diary for “Dad” just to pull up a few entries to remind me why I thought he was an arse… there is a lovely entry which I’m not going to divulge right now about our second main falling out which made me smile…

But one of the entries was a poem that I’d written after a visit to the funfair on the Douglas Promenade during TT a few years back which came up because it had “Dad” (not mine) in it…

And for a touch of TT nostalgia – because I know a lot of people are missing the TT both in 2020 and 2021 (and because I’m such an awesome poet of course) I thought I’d use it as an excuse for a blog entry. So here goes:

A Day at the Fair on the Douglas Prom

the hotdogs were out covered in sauces

the tower looked tall and dropped like a bomb

kids on the track couldn’t keep to the courses

the sun and fresh breeze mixed harsh on pink skin

teens on corousel died went to heaven

dad on high ride wished he’d had a large gin

excited child cried “again mum again”


That’s it

I do have more poems tucked away that I may share so watch this space.. haha πŸ™‚

But who am I fooling; this is just an indulgent personal diary published on the interweb!!

My haiku is simply “Dad” πŸ™‚

Merry Christmas everyone. X