Silences
(haiku sequence)
i.
When the anvil’s clang
expires, water quenches the
beaten shape of silence.
ii.
No silence is empty;
it coils the expectant spring
of potential.
Soundless is the spark
of the tongue that precedes
the chill of the fang.
iii.
A wise mother knows
when her child is too quiet
and into mischief.
Her nimbus brooding
warns her hapless husband
of a coming storm.
If words bear the weight
of armour, the actor’s pause
is the sword’s thrust.
A wakeful soldier
hears the quiet, awaits the screams
from beyond the Styx.