Hi folks,
diving from the grey skies into the pitch-dark mines today with a couple of haiku…
Long
Grey fugue stretching long
Across shadowless hillocks –
Cotton wool-covered.
Lean
Past headstock and cage
To lean face, lost hall – notes of
Industry long past.
Thanks for reading, folks. Second picture courtesy of Hippopx. Other recent short stories include ‘Bellahouston‘ and ‘Listen‘.
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, Down in the Dirt, and Shooter magazine. He has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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I really like the juxtaposition with the open grey sky going for ever, and then beneath the black hole going down for many miles. Rather glad that the old mine is gone.
Good two haikus, Matthew.
Thanks Chris. They fell together nicely for me this week in a direction of travel!
Long – very deep, the words seem to fit current times here in Asia. Thank you for you words-few they be, volumes they speak. : )
Thanks Christopher! Very kind as always!