Bark and Brine | Haiku

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From shady wood to windswept coast – a couple of Haiku for this Sunday…

Tangled tree roots

Bark

From slow-pulsing roots

Up bark-scarred trunks, into a

Cold, mosaic sky.

Waves crashing upon pebbles at the seafront

Brine

Froth-embroidered reach

Of briny cold fingertips,

Feeling between stones.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Image courtesy of Givanov P. My recent short stories include ‘A Clearing‘ and ‘Across the Glassine‘.

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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Words in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Fiction Junkies, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, CafeLit, Best Microfiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, and Shooter.

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