Little Miss Haiku

Anita—Little Miss Haiku—is a haiku poet with a sharp, wry eye for tiny, surprising details, fuelled by tea, cake, and a love of true‑crime stories, all while maintaining a perfectly respectable (and decidedly dull) day job.

COLOURS (a series)

RED Chestnut hair sticky with blood on the white tiled floor Victim number three ORANGE Autumn sunset glows the bright orange flames roaring leaving charred remains YELLOW sand for miles, as the heat kills you, scavengers wait to pick your bones clean GREEN In the undergrowth, cannibalised remains of the explorers rot BLUE Under the frozen lake she lies, a half formed scream on her cold blue lips INDIGO Deep blue and purple bruises mottle her corpse. Her husband did it. VIOLET Under t...
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HAIKU 250617

THE CLIFFS Stood on the cliff edge Staring at the rocks below One shove – she is gone GIRL ONE So ripe and tender Taken on the walk from school The first of many ZOMBIES Infection from bites Decaying shambling corpses Appetite for brains WEREWOLF Under the full moon Bones crack, claws, and fur appear Wolf howls until dawn VAMPIRE Hiding in the dark Living for eternity Feeds on others' blood FRANKENSTEIN Reassembled bodies Brought to life by lightning strike A man-made monster THE MUMMY C...
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GRIEF

For some grief runs hot A fury pouring out Raging teeming from every pore Cascading, burning everyone And everything in it path Until there is nothing left But ashes For some it is as cold as ice Burning of a different kind Freezing the world in place Stark, glacial stillness A frozen lake, the raging tide underneath With nowhere to go Until the thaw For others a padded room Muffling the sounds of life The numbing, the nothingness The comfort of unknowing A pause button In the s...
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MORTALITEA

MORTALITEA Every now and then When I am sat on my own Death drops in for tea He stays for one cup And reminds me of my Own impermanence Then he drifts away Leaving me quite unsettled And the washing up — little miss haiku ...
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