Caster and Creak | Haiku

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We’re in the middle of a cold snap in Scotland, as you might be able to tell…

A fir tree branch hanging with ice

Caster

Caster dusting on

Bin lid and bough, sill and stoop.

Open, winter skies.

Creak

Shivered heathers and

Stiff-jointed Rowans creaking –

A huddled garden.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Simon Rizzi and George Hodan. My recent short stories include ‘Cleanliness is Next…‘ and ‘PLANET 4662/1183J/983!/11C‘.

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, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, 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.

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Stories in Golddust Magazine, Literally Stories, Idle Ink, Writer's Egg, CafeLit, McStorytellers, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Down in the Dirt, Close to the Bone, Shooter, Soft Cartel, Fiction Junkies, and Heavenly Flower Publishing

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