Black and Brown | Haiku

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The undulating of sea and field in a couple of haiku…

A moonlit sea

Black

Subtle rush and suck,

Eaten by the black of a

Sea-swallowing night.

Stubble in a winter's field

Brown

Brown winter stubble

Stretched taut over a slow rise.

Winter’s field, barren.

Thanks for reading, folks. My recent short stories include ‘The Right Kind of Haunting‘ and ‘Echoes‘.

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 has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.

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Published by Matthew J. Richardson

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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