Chimney and Chime | Haiku

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Morning folks,

a couple of fishing-village haiku washed up on the rocks…

Chimney

Thin, pale cedar smoke

From whitewashed chimney seeps.

Still, against the sky.

Chime

Fishing vessels bob,

Bottle-green atop the blue.

Harbour-buoy bell chimes.

Things that I’ve read this week…

‘The Boys of Summer‘ by Dan A. Cardoza is one of the best pieces of flash fiction I’ve read in a long time. Perfectly weighted and structured, the word choice is exquisite throughout, and the narrative is beautifully sad and elegant.

Peter Mohan’s portrait of Govanhill is pure poetry. Celebrating jakeys, bams, rockets, and socially-distanced yoga in equal measure, the mosaic that makes up the area just seeps out of the piece. Wonderful.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Johnny Durnan and Derek Harper.*

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 a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father.

Not necessarily in that order

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Published by Matthew J. Richardson

Words in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Fiction Junkies, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, CafeLit, Best Microfiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, and Shooter.

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13 thoughts on “Chimney and Chime | Haiku”

  1. Hi, Matthew. Two beautifully penned haiku that capture, in their own way, the silent stirring of a seaside village. Reminds me of my childhood days brought up in a small fishing community. Best Regards.

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