We’re into the depths of winter with some haiku this Sunday morning…
Deep
A new year tundra.
Tree, roots locked and wind-shivered.
Life sits deep within.
Doused
Flame-gnawed tree limbs and
Cinders nudged in night breezes.
Night-doused and dawn-brushed.
*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Circe Denyer and Daniel Smith. My recent short stories include ‘The Young Man from Number Twenty-Seven‘ and ‘Plausible Deniability‘.
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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the first one sets the tone but the second is terrific, Matthew; I read it again and again, rolling it around in my mind, savoring the flavour 🙂 so soft and gentle, the fire escorted to the past —
Thanks John. Couldn’t find quite the right picture for #2. All either dead fires or still well aflame!
didn’t matter, Matthew: your verse gave ample testimony —
Clever, clever, Matthew. The first is clear as it reaffirms the cold and snow; the second is much more dense and the words are rolling around in my head and as I speak. Excellent!
Thanks Chris. Hopefully spring is around the corner – I’m running out of winter haiku material!
Both are good, but the second especially. Three hyphenated words and your trademark alliteration. I concur with John and Chris, it rolls around in the mind.
Thanks David – I always worry about the hyphenation becoming a bit of a writer’s tic as I use it a lot, but it really is so useful!
For me, using hyphenated words makes finding 17 good syllables even harder. Well done.
Great juxtaposition of haiku. Happy Writing My Friend.
Thanks Goff. Have a good Sunday, pal.
Cheers. Damp and grey here.
Wind-shivered, night-doused, dawn-brushed. What a wonderful writerly trio to emerge from such poetic brevity!
Oh, brilliant, Matthew! That last line of ‘Deep’ is full of promise.
Cheers Susan!
Pretty amazing stuff here, dear Matthew. Delicious. Thanks for sharing
Thanks Selma. Very kind of you!