Morning folks,
A couple of subterranean haiku this morning…
Silt
Clod-clad, darkness-swamped.
Reaching though clay, silt, and sand.
Root ball unclasping.
Stilled
Lettering in quartz,
Granite, marble, and sandstone.
Breath stilled, stone weathered.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Wikipedia and Evelyn Simak.*
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, 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
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An excellent pairing, Matthew – the growing root and the crumbling tombstone. It works really well.
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Thanks Chris. Luck rather than judgement but these things do often work in conjunction with one another!
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Two stunning haiku Matthew.
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Thanks Goff, much appreciated! Have a good week!
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You too. Stay Smiling.
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Reblogged this on Art, Music, Photography, Poetry and Quotations.
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I don’t think it was luck at all, Matthew. Love these verbal/pictorial images.
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great pairing, Matthew; loved ‘root ball unclasping’
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Thanks John!
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