
misty risen stones
call down through the centuries
battles now long gone

misty risen stones
call down through the centuries
battles now long gone

I asked my doctor
To write an haiku for me
This is what he wrote

park bells
tintinabulatory
spring walk

Astride the old bridge
Watching the waters below
Pondering the day
Gentle chorus line,
Conducted by two lamp posts,
Serenades brown rocks
©Alan McKean
©Simon Footitt (painting)

Sunset,
Western trees
Submit to the night,
slowly
©Alan McKean

Incoming tide
White sails
Ride the stormclouds
New moon carries the
Old and tired one in her arms
On their way to Spring
Basic universe
Held together by gluons
riding the photons
multiversical
poetry transcends simple
Einstein-Rosen bridge
Universal truth
Stored in the interstices
Of current space-time
Forget rocketry
Travel at the speed of thought
Trans phasic warp speed
©Alan McKean, February 2015
Dowdy seaside town
With its mile of tacky shops
Twixt station and beach
A bucket and spade
On a crowded Blackpool beach.
Childhood memories.
The incoming tide
Washes sandcastles away.
Buggrit! Start again.
Rock pools full of life
Await the incoming tide
To refresh that life.
The sea, a soft blue
Covers the rocks and beaches,
Until the next low tide.
Wet sand and ice cream,
Pennies in the slot machines,
Pier end performers.
Tired audience
And faded comedians.
October pier end.
©Alan McKean. January 2008
What if
Our universe
Was someone else’s strange quark
Imagine
A galaxy
The size of a Muon
Picture
Our solar system
In a Florence flask
Consider
The Oort Cloud
Does it keep us in, or others out?
Maybe
Our reality
Is nowt long by bugger all wide
Is our existence
Just stringing us along
Or
Are we just becoming
Entangled
In the here and there?
God knows
©Alan McKean
December 2019
I asked my doctor
to write an haiku for me
this is what he wrote
