Blueblood

My grandmother.
Her braided hair wound around
her head twice. Her blue eyes
smiled when her lips did.
She sang delightfully–
like the voice of a robin in April.
Her hands were warm and strong.
They made awesome chocolaty
sweets! She gave me hugs–
whether I wanted them or not.
Her dog, Bulger, toothless and cranky,
was a bulldog. The highest breed.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Original Tag

The poem below is my first attempt at writing a Haiku-Ku.  According to my source, Pathways for the Poet by Viola Jacobson Berg, the Haiku-Ku has a quality of humor and may be titled.  It has the same structure as the Haiku.  And so, here is my creation.

 

Original Tag

the solid black mutt
named for its distinct marking–
Snow Nose

 

c Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols