It’s grey skies and a chill wind in Scotland as we head towards the year’s end, so here are a couple of moody haiku…
Coal
A year’s fag-end gloams,
Underlit by coals, over-
hung by mauve smoke skeins.
Curl
Curling whitecaps rush
Under stone skies and towards
A wind-harried shore.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Amy Palko and Xoane Seoane. My recent short stories include ‘Night Out‘ 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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enjoyed these two, Matthew, especially the second: love ‘wind-harried shore’ —
Thanks John. I’m sitting on the Dunoon to Gourock ferry in the west of Scotland at the moment and it is very much wind-harried!
I’m shivering just reading this, Matthew brrrrrrrr
Really done, Matthew. I can feel the cold as I read you two haiku – even though it’s hot on my laptop here.
I certainly envy you your clime at tye moment!
It’s quite effective, in the second haiku, how the second line leads straight into the last. I’m feeling the cold, as well, Matthew!
Thanks as always David, and stay warm!
I love Coal! The first line highlights the kind of year 2023 has been.
Haha yes you’re not wrong Susan. I hope you and yours have a lovely Christmas and New Year.
Thanks, Matthew! I hope you and yours had a great time. Wishing you all the best for a superb 2024.