Silt and Stilled | Haiku

Morning folks,

A couple of subterranean haiku this morning…


Clod-clad, darkness-swamped.

Reaching though clay, silt, and sand.

Root ball unclasping.


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 and tweets at

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