Friday’s English Haiku – #28


Your beauty shines through
Opening eyes to moments
Precious to the soul


© 2017 Robin McShane

Destiny Unfurled


Where once we stumbled naturally,
We now stand proud and tall.
Life beat us down, took our pride,
Yet now we’ll take that fall.

For journey’s end is not in sight,
Destination far,
As pathway’s passage, moments lived,
Prepare for next step’s star.

Flowing through the gates of life,
Being as before,
It matters not in mind or soul,
For from the body tore

Differences between then and now,
Not seen nor felt nor heard,
But soulful touches, deeper strokes,
Destiny unfurled.


Standing On The Edge

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 20 (not to prompt)


Hold me to a spirit that was
Pin me against a past tableau
Strip my soul of pent up action
Demand the drip, drip to torture
Insisting I endure the agony
Of memories and dark times

I shall take the bleached skull and raise it high
Reach out for understanding
For belief
As I fold into myself
Release expectation
Lose perception and perspective
Then stand alone on the white beach of time
Crying from within with no succour in sight
As the dreaded night falls
And sunshine preys on my dreams
Mother moon takes me to her heart and bosom
Feeds me nightwash
Until I gulp and choke
And dark rivulets run down my chin
To soak up my shirt of dew and rain
And everything I see and touch
Brings me home again


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Spiritual Paths


Spirits flew to God knows where
Chances given, life to share
Given again the second chance
Fulfill the promise, dance the dance
Find within the inner line
Hold on tight do not define
The reason for the very soul
Its pathway and the way to go
Where few have followed, few have gone
Feel the light so brightly shone
Walk the path though oft untread
Carry on through fear and dread
Drift through curtains one by one
Falling into hearts unsung
Feeling life, the ebb and flow
Moving onward, upwards go
Step into the other world
Where life begins and ends unheard


© Copyright July 11 2013 Robin McShane

Meeting Beelzebub – #3 – A Villanelle


Beelzebub met me on Cherry Lane,
Lined with Honey Blossoms all a-flower,
He gazed at me, like a sad, last refrain.,

Took me in, my hat, my coat, my cane,
Finding me wanting, deep, dark and dour,
Beelzebub met me on Cherry Lane.

Absorbing me into his dark domain,
Twisting my heart and soul in his power,
He gazed at me, like a sad, last refrain.

Eyes devouring, sucking me with disdain,
Holding me fast, beneath Honey’s bower,
Beelzebub met me on Cherry Lane.

Stealing my strength of purpose with free rein,
A final thrust he gave me at that hour,
Gazing at me, like a sad, last refrain.

I screamed my vent, soul searing and in pain,
Laughed he did, refusing relief of scour,
Beelzebub met me on Cherry Lane,
He gazed at me, like a sad, last refrain.


For anyone interested in poetry history, techniques and styles:
The villanelle originated as a pastoral/rustic ballad and dance song in Italy and Spain during medieval times (and maybe even before!). There is some debate as to its progression into the present literary form. The first French poets to name the style used no specific structure or form until a poem by Jean Passerat called “Villanelle,” or “J’ay perdu ma tourterelle” published in 1606. However, it wasn’t until the nineteenth century that the villanelle was defined as a fixed form by French poet Théodore de Banville (although some argue that it had been defined a century before and some a century later!). The form did not take hold in France, however, and most ‘modern’ Villanelles have been written in English with a highly structured form. Many well known English poets have used this form (Edmund GosseAustin DobsonOscar Wilde, Andrew LangJohn Payne and, more recently, in the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s –  Theodore RoethkeSylvia Plath and Elizabeth Bishop.

The form consists of five stanzas of three lines (tercets) followed by a single stanza of four lines (a quatrain) for a total of nineteen lines. It is structured by two repeating rhymes and two refrains: the first line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the second and fourth stanzas, and the third line of the first stanza serves as the last line of the third and fifth stanzas and then repeated again as the last two lines of the final quatrain. There is also a strict rhyming pattern through the tercets of a repeating ABA.

I find this a challenging style but do enjoy playing with the words to accommodate the style and still find meaning which will hopefully resonate with the reader.

Thanks for reading! 🙂


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‘Til The End of Time


Through words and deeds
He found his needs
Pretending cares and woes

Until he fell
Soul broke the creeds
Of wonders past his throes

Twice bespoke
Gently smote
With flavours
Past his ken

He followed her
He knew not where
Til time was at an end


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Soul’s Heart Found

Wisps of white flow across the sun,
Light flickers over land,
I seek for you.

In the many hearts of the one,
I softly find your hand,
We touch on cue.

Lightning crackles, thunder cracks,
Aeons split apart,
They are now

But the blink of an eye,
My soul has found its heart.


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Thank you

Loving You

Sweetly, softly, call my name,
I will always come,
Hold you in your darkest hours,
Be there when you need someone.

For you are beautiful to me,
Soul shining forth, sword held aloft,
Fair of sight, clear to see,
Cutting through the veil and sloth.

Offering change to those you meet,
You step into your day,
A different way the morn to greet,
Showing how to live another way.

Following need of other’s path,
Giving all you can,
Helping where the need for help,
Outweighs the ways of man.

Leading by example,
Showing Universal truth,
From beneath the veils of illusion,
You bring your spirit forth.

Soft and gentle when it needs,
Tender, caring, fun.
Childlike in your actions,
Loving each and everyone.

And when you need the balance,
Human part becoming frail,
I’ll swiftly move beside you,
Hold, support your tale.

And in so doing find mine,
The gift I give the world,
Holding, supporting, loving,
My spirit blows unfurled.


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