Heat and Hopscotch | Haiku

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We’re basking in a stilled, hot summer today in a couple of haiku…

Close-up image of a fence in bright sunlight. The fence is painted green, but has paint strips peeling from it, exposing the bare wood underneath

Heat

Peeling under heat –

a once-clad fence bare-wooded

to coming winters.

A children's play park with a faded hopscotch and rust-stilled swings underneath a summer sun. There is an air of neglect and abandonment about the playpark

Hopscotch

Rain-faded hopscotch

and rust-stilled swings – a playground

in restless ennui.

Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘Deposition‘ and ‘The Silver-Lined Ridge‘.

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

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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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11 thoughts on “Heat and Hopscotch | Haiku”

  2. Well done, Matthew, as always. The juxtaposition in the third line of each haiku is strong. I usually have a favorite of your two micro poem offerings, but today it’s too close to call. I favor them both.

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