Neville

Her Very Own Senryu

Her Very Own Senryu

 

He wrote for her

a tiny song ..

Yet one without

a tune ..

My word, she said

how lovely ..

No haiku he replied

And then she smiled

and later chose

to wear those three

lines proud ..

Set horizontally in fine

print and ink ..

Across and just below

her perfect

left hand, milk white

collar bone ..