A few poems, written whilst I was away over New Year. Most were posted first on Twitter (micropoetry is, for me, the best thing about Twitter) and thus written quickly, reflecting the medium.
Curlews
Curlews take flight
Beyond the stone wall
Ghosts in halflight
Silent as nightfall
Slip out of sight
Hardly here at all
Haiku
Sweet the twicefold call
Of curlews rising at dusk
From a western shoreAfter the sunset
The wind blows out of the north
Cold as last year’s bonesA finger of stone
An arc across the moorland
In the distance rain
Triolet
A robin sings
Before the dawn
Bright notes take wings
A robin sings
Each ripple rings
With hope reborn
A robin sings
Before the dawn
Folksong and Fantasy 
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These are lovely! I agree; the only way to participate on twitter is with poetry. You’ve reminded me I haven’t tried a triolet for a long time. It will give me something to chew over.
The challenge with triolets on twitter is getting the form into 140 characters. I like them, though, the fun of fitting meaning into the constraints of form.
It’s too much of a challenge for me at the moment. Migraines in succession.
My sympathies – hope you recover soon. Just emerged from a migrainous bout myself. Tryptans keep ’em at bay, but they lurk still, waiting for their chance.
They keep ’em at bay but they don’t exterminate ’em more’s the pity.
That’s my experience, more or less. But at least they’re kept at bay. Do hope you feel better soon.
Thanks. I’m onto number three. Last time it was four, so I’m expecting a fun weekend. Then next week it’s going to get really proper cold. Wish I could hibernate.