A moth beating against the window

I drum in harmony on the desk

Hoping you will take my hand

Roses

Choking in the ivy

We are holding hands at the end of summer

Spring, summer

Love develops like cherry blossoms

What does autumn hold?

Leaving you behind

I want to write something as beautiful as you

All I write is your name

Trapping moonlight

The shells on the shore

Are fallen stars

First frost
A willow the wisp
Just above the dew

 
cool spring winds

carrying sighs to the moon
 
 
cool spring wind carries sighs

stopping once

to remember her beauty
 
winter solstice
the sky's silver tambourine
plays softly

 
first sky
the new moon almost
hidden


what folly

winter's last breath of snow
 

Phil Crudden was born and raised in Belfast City. He studied in Belfast for his degree and moved to Liverpool to train to be a science teacher where he teaches his favourite subject. Thanks to exposure to Leonard Cohen he got into poetry and began delving into the world of Lorca, Neruda, Ginsberg, and Kerouac. He became deeply involved with the form Haiku and read many of the classics by the Japanese masters like, Basho, Issa, Buson and Shiki. He currently focuses on this style of poetry. He enjoys and loves the challenge of trying to scribe feelings and moments in short poetic bursts, particularly, loves the ambiguity of each piece and the freedom of interpretation.