New Poetry including rhyme and a haibun!

We're staying with poetry and today we have three writers using three different poetry forms.

We start with Bethany Powell with Hiding Mirrors – this is a haibun, which loosely translates as a prose poem with accompanying haiku to provide emphasis. Oklahoma-based Bethany has seen her work appear in SF magazines such Through the Gate, Inkscrawl, and Kaleidotrope.


HIDING MIRRORS
by Bethany Powell


My love is gorgeous,
his hair and eyes dark as dreams
 – any woman knows.

Yet, with such reason
for vanity, he shuns glass,
mirrors, still water.

We met first at at a time of carnival – in a good year, with high corn prices down in the city to make us breathe easy. Everyone's pies looked unskimped-on, and I won several prizes for my flowers. He was the big dark stranger at the rodeo, but with a boy-like smile for the mutton-buster children. He chose me, but also I chose him – a direct smile into his hot-coal eyes, before he sat down beside me. We keep house and he is good with the animals. He's built me hen-boxes, cattle-gates, and bookshelves. Our pottery dishes are pretty and hiding my mirror in the medicine cabinet is no trouble. And yet, it bothers me.

I fear that someday
gone cat-curious, crazy,
I will find out why.



Next up we Rhonda Parrish from Edmonton, Canada with a scifaiku In Space No One Can Hear You QQ. Rhonda can be found at  www.rhondaparrish.com and is also the editor of www.niteblade.com


In Space No One Can Hear You QQ
by Rhonda Parrish


Aussie latency
ain't got nothin' on
the lag from Earth to Mars



Finally, we have The Reading by Los Angeles-based 
Samson Stormcrow Hayes. This is one of those increasingly rare creatures: a rhyming poem that works. Samson (great name – one of my great, great uncles was a Samson Christian) is the author of Afterlife, a critically acclaimed graphic novel Joe Haldeman called "...good dark fun, a fascinating story well told."  He had a story accepted into a zombie anthology being published later this year, and was a contributing writer to the documentary, Clouds Over Cuba, a 50th anniversary look at the Cuban Missile Crisis commissioned by the Kennedy Presidential Library. He is also a member of the Horror Writers Association and can be found at  www.StormcrowHayes.com  and http://stormcrowspeaks.blogspot.com


The Reading
by Samson Stormcrow Hayes


At first she seemed so very calm,
As tarot reader took his palm.
She searched the lines and saw a sign,
Something dark and most malign.
What she saw, she would not say,
Abruptly she urged him on his way.
 
Once he left, she closed her shop.
She hurried home, she dared not stop.
From darkened alley a hand reached out,
And snapped her neck without a shout.
One by one he killed those who see,
So he'd remain forever free.