We’re slowing down and entering hyperphagia in preparation for winter hibernation with a couple of Autumnal haiku…
Slow
Slow parabola
Of oxbow lake, speaking to
Thwarted ambition.
Stretch
Autumn-stilled stretch
Of gunmetal grey canal,
Of arrowed towpath.
Thanks for reading, folks. Image courtesy of Iain A. Robertson. My recent short stories include ‘Sunset Hours‘ and ‘Crib Stuck‘.
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 Univers
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Excellent, Matthew! I hadn’t thought about an oxbow lake (or river) for ages – and also thinking about so many canals in the UK. Made my day!
I was the same Chris – it took me back to GCSE Geography classes!😆
The “parabola” and “thwarted ambition”–juxtaposed with an “arrowed towpath”–were all delightful bits of consciousness expansion, Matthew. Always enjoyable.
Thanks Annie. As I was writing this I was thinking of some lovely Autumn walks!
Well done, Matthew. Composing Haiku poetry is such a good writing discipline.
Thanks Libby. I do enjoy working to the rigid structure.
love both haiku — and the photos: that towpath looks amazing —
Thanks John. I try to use artists’ work where I can, but couldn’t quite find what I wanted for the towpath so used WP’s AI image tool.