Feathered and Faded | Haiku

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We’re above and below ground with a couple of Sunday haiku…

An overgrown lawn filled with dandelions and buttercups.

Feathered

Trembling buttercups

and feathered dandelions –

a lawn left to grow.

An old low-ceilinged abandoned slate mine with broken and rusted railway tracks curving around a corner and receding underground into the darkness. There is an impression of decay and abandonment and of industry gone to ruin. There are piles of broken slate on the floor and an upturned mine cart.

Faded

Tumbled slate in once-

busy mines. Shadowed sidings,

industry faded.

Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘Deposition‘ and ‘The Worst Part‘.

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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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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