Stargazing

Inky fabric
prickled with light 
a maze of stars

A. G. 

Haiku

Dewdrops
frozen on grass-tips
tall blades bow.

A. G. 

Collision

I waited near the hill 
for you to never come— 

watching raindrops, 
kindled by sunlight, 
become a collision
of stars on tarmac—

but it was cold, and 
my blood burned blue, 
not red, never red, 
not since you.


Amanda Gilmour 2020

Haiku: Withdrawal

I can write haiku
on twenty-five milligrams—
amid rolling waves.


A. G. 2020


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Haiku

Snowflakes in sunbeams
settle upon pink petals—
a summer surprise.


Amanda Gilmour 2020

Haiku

Memories 

A breeze whispers to
the peony roses, expelling
scents of Mum.

A. G. 2020




Documenting sertraline/zoloft withdrawal through Haiku.
Withdrawal day 3.
Current dose 100mg.
Symptoms: smelling things that aren't there, nausea, headache, dry mouth, depersonalisation, vivid dreams.








Haiku

Withdrawal

Half a pill less 
thaws my heart's frosty fringe
but the freeze remains.

A. G. 2020

Haiku

Fluttering past
sibilant trees—butterflies
bleached in solstice sun.

© Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020

Haiku ~ three

On the old apple
blossom, crispy petals bloom
into white butterflies.

Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020

Haiku ~ two

Sparkling star-like on 
roses, dewdrops ignited 
by sunrise.


Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020 

Haiku ~ one

Gauzy clouds veil sun-
down, diluting the scarlett 
sky, salmon-pink.

Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020

Haiku

Breathy droplets 
(suspended between dust motes)
drown my flailing lungs.

© Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020

Spring Storm Haiku

At dawn, torn 
blossoms litter the lawn:
storm damage.

Haiku

Haiku Wishes

Puff faces, feather light 
wishes,waltzing with winds:
dandelion fluff.

Snowy-Spring Haiku

Spring dawn wakens to
susurrus snowflakes yawning
beside cherry blossoms.

Dawn Haiku

At first blush, lilac
hues seep into clouds resting
under rising rays.

Insomnia

If only I could
sleep and inhabit dreams where
I wander freely.

Amanda~Louise Gilmour

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Son

Brittle

Brittle
He grew delicate
roots inside me,
brittle as glass.

by Amanda Gilmour

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