Claire’s Lune


I dreamt that instead

of surf camp

You came to Zurich


And stupidly I

panicked as

The house was a mess


It was you and her

my mermaids

A lovely surprise


You believed surf camp!

April fool!

We’re here to see you!


Of course you won’t read

this because

You are riding waves.



I’m giving National Poetry Month a go – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge was to write a Lune – a Haiku-style three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. (I’ve done a few stanzas).

One comment

  1. If only, if only. I would spring a tail and catch a whale. But alas, you are land-locked in a mountain fortress. xoxoxo

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