It’s a still day, shrouded in mist here in the west of Scotland. Haikus as follows:
Air
A stillness. Air hangs
Wreathed and ribboned, damp in the
Gloaming, darkling eve.
Angle
Bright white lunar smile
Angled in the blue-mauve sky.
Low-slung stars winking.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Hans Tibben and Universe Today. My recent short stories include ‘The Young Man from Number Twenty-Seven‘ and ‘Plausible Deniability‘.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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Most gorgeous. Wreathed and ribboned. And those hyphenated words in the second. Xoxo. Beautiful
Thanks Selma – very kind of you. I love me a hyphenated word!
it must be hard to write a haiku on ‘Air’ but you’ve pulled it off; love the impish Angle poem 🙂
Thanks John. I tend to write them about whatever nature is occurring around me, and then look for a couple of titles that allow me to alliterate/assonate.
Another pair of beautifully penned haiku My Friend.
Thanks Goff. Your feedback is always so welcomed!
Pleasure My Friend. Have a great day..
Lovely – so silent and still. And of course, I always love to see the moon. Nicely done, Matthew!
Thanks Chris. There was a lovely crescent moon last week as I was ferrying kids to various clubs, so I thought I would use it as inspiration!
Ah, those “low-slung stars winking.” Just delightful, Matthew.
Thanks Annie. Very generous of you as always!