I cycled down to McLaren Vale a few weeks ago. Longest cycle I’ve done in a few years, and not helped by a fierce head wind all the way down. I stayed overnight with my friend Krishan Persaud and his lovely family, in Port Willunga, and cycled back next morning.
The reason (as if a reason is needed to cycle 3 hours each way): a workshop and slam at a winery on the Saturday afternoon and evening, attended by a small but high quality group. Sandra Thibodeaux, the official Poet in Residence of Australian Poetry for 2011, gave a really good haiku workshop, sitting outside the winery, and then going for a walk in the area to find inspiration.
Here are a few of the pieces I wrote on the day. Not strictly haiku, but then I’m not a strictly haiku sort of bloke.
McLaren Vale Haiku
By the playground
a black girl and boy walk hand in hand
but only on a road sign
So much depends
on a blue bucket
at the end of each row of vines
Posts stake straight lines of wire
over a swelling hill
holding the land down
Great grey bearded thistles
stare down on common weeds
seen their type before
In the rank and file of weedy growth
three tall orchids purple white
stake a claim for artistry