Morning all. Two haikus this Thursday…
Chalk
Grey-faced mirror blink.
Foil peeled back. Plastic pods pushed.
Teeth crunch into chalk.
Sledge
Ice wind through your teeth,
Snow-grit under fingernails.
Climb the hill again.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Near to the Knuckle, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, and Shooter magazine. He is an absentee member of the Glasgow Writers Group, a PhD student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father.
Not necessarily in that order
https://twitter.com/mjrichardso0
Discover more from Matthew Richardson
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.
Wow, very clear pictures… immersive imagery. I feel like I’m there in front of the mirror, or in the ice and snow.
Sometimes I wish your haikus had separate posts… though I like the combined titles.
Cheers Nadine. Always seems a bit stingy just putting up one 😂
Nooooo….. each one is beautiful and deserves to be loved individually! IMHO :))
Love your haikus especially Sledge which reminds me of my childhood days sledding down hills behind my house. 🙂
Thanks so much what a lovely thing to say!