We’re above and below ground with a couple of Sunday haiku…
Feathered
Trembling buttercups
and feathered dandelions –
a lawn left to grow.
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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Two great haikus, Matthew! Always nice to see the buttercups and dandelions living free, and I also like to see those old underground railways.
Same Chris – I do love a mine walking tour. Some great ones in Wales.
enjoyed these, Matthew; you might enjoy A R Ammons short lyrics ‘Loss’ which your short poem evokes —
Just looked this up, John. What a lovely poem. ‘…the
wild
yellow daisies
in diffuse evening shade
lose their
rigorous attention
and
half-wild with loss
turn
any way the wind does…’ Just lovely.
yes !!!
Super contrast, Matthew–though I, for one, would not be attracted to enter that mine!
Haha thanks Annie. That mine visage is not immediately welcoming I’ll grant you!
cool beans indeed. Love both words and your selection of pictures. Great mood. Thanks.
Thanks Christopher. Very kind of you as always!