Kwach: Haiku

Racing, he surged forth.
The things we wanted to do.
And into the mist.

Inner Outer Spaces: Haiku

Holes to nowhere. Black
Empty mists of time, all told.
Vales in the thunder.

Horse-Riders in the Mist: Haiku

Mongols in full streak.
Did I see them by the Elbe?
That year the sun failed.

House of the Speaker: Haiku

House of the speaker.
Stands, alone. Upon the mist.
As blue grey as white.

Dodo, Brinklayer: Haiku

Prawn, b'side his dark hose.
Mi'st: dunes and de Tinderets.
Not dead, in Chun's 'ands!