Macbeth in Haiku Form

Three witches gathered,
The battle is lost and won,
To hail a hero.

Disclosed prophesies
A mind thrown into turmoil,
Dark ambitions, stirred.

A wife, impatient,
Calls upon unnatural evil,
To bolster her cause.

Deadly persuasion,
A king’s fate is decided,
As is our hero’s.

Hiding truth beneath
A false veneer of welcome.
Doubts wrangle within

Night falls, visions haunt,
Encouraging the murder,
A dagger outstretched.

Sounds echo. On edge,
Our lady awaits her mate,
Having drugged the guards.

Two red daggers flash.
Blood drips from his anxious hands,
The deed has been done.

Panic seeping in,
The evidence is planted,
Upon the naïve.

Shock, suspicions start,
The body is discovered
The sons flee from fear.

Our hero is crowned
Upon the now bloody throne
Of his creation.

An old friend must die
To ensure a secret ends
To never be found.

Scorned men are gathered,
The murderers are hired
To kill poor Banquo

A feast, missing one,
The motive can remain safe
For the king’s murder.

Sitting in a chair,
Banquo’s ghost torments Macbeth.
What is done is done.

Others conspire
To seize back the country and
End the tyrant’s rein

Macbeth seeks answers
Given by apparitions.
Still anger consumes.

The innocence ends
When Macduff’s family fall
In a pool of blood.

Anger and dismay,
Macduff swears bloody vengeance
Against his evil foe.

Our lady wonders,
Guilt-ridden from her past sins,
Sleeping yet troubled

Desertions increase,
Our lady falls to her death,
The world falls apart.

The war is looming,
Yet Macbeth must struggle on
Against all the odds.

The forest creeps up,
Proving the impossible,
Signaling the end.

Macbeth and Macduff,
One not born of a woman,
Fight until the death.

And so ends our hero.
The rightful king can take his place
And Scotland can heal.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick.
The clock’s hands move steadily.
Life slipping away.

That rose you gave me,
Standing in the ancient vase,
Withers day by day.

The shadows linger
Distorted in the lamplight.
Yet familiar.

The crisp snow covers
What lies beneath it’s embrace.
Hiding from the truth.

Haikus...

The candle flickers,
gutters, then extinguishing;
the darkness consumes.

Crimson, gold and green.
The leaves lay upon the path,
soon to be disturbed.

Ripples spread across
the moon, yet it stays unchanged
above the water.

National Poetry Day

I know it's a day late but I *did* make this yesterday:

Wordsworth, Milton, Donne.
Great poets before our time;
immortal in text.

....

That pinpoint of light
Coming closer everyday.
Hope glimmers brightly.

As the sun rises
The clock's ticking steadily
Bringing the new day.

Memoirs Of A Geisha Inspired Haiku

Pink cherry blossoms
Concealing the love within
Behind a facade.

Haikus I created this morning....

Waves lap at the shore
Serenity overwhelms
Calming restless minds.

I ponder upon
Sweet dreams of a memory.
Lingering Softly.

At my window taps
The falling rain, decending
to waken the world.

Tall oak standing proud
Dappled green, golden and red.
Weathering the storm.

The phone rings and rings
Do I answer, yes or no?
Only time will tell.

Do you notice me
Here in my faded blue dress.
Eyes shining brightly.

Standing here alone
Do you recognise me now?
Broken up inside.

or

Broken up inside.
Do you recognise me now?
Standing here alone.

Ancient rocks below
Witnessing life pass them by.
Secrets they must keep.

Inevitable,
That impending darkness lurks
To take your last breath.