Good morning folks,
A busy few weeks have meant that I’ve neglected WordPress, but I’m pleased to be back with a couple of salt-encrusted haiku.

Bob
Barnacled bottomed,
Fishing boat bobbing on rock.
Gulls palm the salt air.

Billow
Sky as wide as eyes.
Billowed sheets snap in the wind.
Time and wave pound on.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Rennett Stowe and Zuckerschnecker.*
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, 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 and tweets at https://twitter.com/mjrichardso0
I can smell the salt in the air and feel the breeze on my face! Great haikus, Matthew 🙂
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Thanks Chris, much appreciated!
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Both Haiku are excellent, Matthew. The second one speaks the most to my life, at the moment. Blessings!
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Thanks David. Very much appreciated!
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Lovely pairings once again, Matthew. Your haikus are always special.
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Thanks Annie. Autumn is the best time of year for haiku I think!
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Nice, Matthew. Cheers
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Thanks Peter, much appreciated!
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