cold moon—
moss covers his name
on the gravestone


© Martha Magenta

cattails April 2017



sparkling cider
a busker blows stars
into the sky

beaver moon
the wind makes a heap
of pine cones

our voices
join the wind

© Martha Magenta

Akitso Quarterly Spring 2017

a ripe squash hangs
from the trellis


cinnamon buns—
the first time I saw
my neighbour

blackberry moon
filling jam jars
to the brim

© Martha Magenta

Brass Bell April 1, 2017



About marthamagenta

Martha Magenta lives in England UK. Her poems focus on a wide variety of topics and issues including: love, loss, spirituality, environment abuse, and violence against women. Recently, she has begun to write haiku and tanka. A number of her poems and haiku have been published in online journals. She is owner of POETS community on Google Plus.
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