Morning all. Throwing a couple of haikus into the ether today…
Hiss
Cloth on stainless steel.
A white froth, a vicious hiss.
Grande or venti?
Hinge
Damp shed door askew
On tired, rust-pitted iron,
Moaning in the wind.
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, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, 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
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Love them. The Hinge one brings me right back to living in the UK – our rented place had a little garden shed with a door like that.
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Cheers Nadine. I found that one quite evocative to write for some reason.
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I like both of these. You do them well:)
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Thanks
Much appreciated!
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Haiku is such a fun form to play with. They are deceptively simple . . . Well, they ARE simple, but the good ones are deceptively so.
I’ve been working on a collection for a couple years now. I’m trying to get to 52 good ones to fit my working title: 52 Haiku: A Year of Slowing Down. Not sure how long it’s going to take. Way more than the “year” of the title. And likely WAY more than the 52, too.
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Great idea for a wee project. I enjoy the discipline of haikus-no room for the wordiness beloved of us writers!
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