Summer Solstice .

Haibun Monday 6-22-26: First Solstice

Summers solstice.
#dversepoetspub, #haibun, #summersolistice,

Due to my financial restraints and busy work schedules, I have never given the solstice much time. But in recent years talking to friends who enjoy the various celebrations around both winter and summer solstices’ I have been paying a bit more interest. Their pics of sunrises over many famous locations really have caught my eye. one day I may even join them atop  a hill or stone to watch the sunrise. 

Orange and yellow hues,
Greet spectators’ morning view,
Washing sleep away.

© Rog Leach June 2026

Light This #quadrille

Quadrille #250 – Mything Poems

Light this #quadrille.

A myth is born in the midst,
of steam and sulphur.

The myth of a better life,
Sold with coals sulphurous stink.

Industrial revolution,
Powered by steam and lies.

More ways to create war,
Killing in progress’s name 
Should we because we can?

NO!

© 15/06/2026 rog leach

thanks de @ #dversepoetspub for tonight's quadrille prompt.

Thorny #quadrille

Q 249 Toot Toot!

Thorny.

#Genepitney, #quadrille, #dversepoetrypub .

Thorny days just past,

Beer served ice cold,

Over hot coals dragged,

Not chilling, just toxic.

Around every twisted corner,

Stands another horny temptation,

24 hours from Tulsa.

True love, never existed,

Cold partner, gold digger,

Dragged myself over coals,

For tolerated emotional neglect.

Welcome to todays quadrille from #dversepoetrypub. thanks to Lisa for reminding me of Gene Pitney’s song 24 hours from Tulsa which i heard on the radio today for the first time in an absolute age. which has gone on to influence my poem this evening.

Death of Romance #Quadrille

Quadrille #248 – This One’s Gone to the Dogs

The death of romance.


It came, life did, those dog days
Full of hate, and darkness,
Took romance by the hand,
Escorted her down a dark alley,
Smashed her pretty face in,
With a 14-pound sledge hammer,
Brutal and depraved under,
Midnight moon.


Howling in pain she died.


© rog leach 18/05/2026


Another  night out at the pub the  #dversepoetspub. another quadrille dragging my darkness out of me and airing it public.

Hot out here, #quadrille.

Come Bloom With Me!!!

‘ot out here.
#quadrille.

Cider maker passes away,
Apple rapture, in summer’s heat.

“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”

Derelict orchard, bramble invested,
Once cared for and loved.

“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”

Apple tree blossoms swirl,
Non pollinated and sterile.

“Blooming hell, its ‘ot out here!”

© 04/05/2026 rog leach

here we are again at the blooming brill quadrille evening. thanks @#dversepoetrypub for inventing such a fun form.