Concrete and Cataract | Haiku

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We’re flitting between urban and rural in a couple of haiku…

Decaying concrete is crumbled around wind-harried tussocks of grass. There is a sense of urban ennui and degeneration, with an abandoned multi-storey car park in the background.

Concrete

Decaying concrete,

wind-harried tussocks – urban

ennui, in wasteland.

Mountain-born flotsam and foam, eddying, trapped in whirling cataracts.

Cataract

Mountain-born flotsam

and foam, eddying, trapped in

whirling cataracts.

Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘Passing Traffic‘ and ‘Ribbons in the Valley‘.

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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Stories in Golddust Magazine, Literally Stories, Idle Ink, Writer's Egg, CafeLit, McStorytellers, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Down in the Dirt, Close to the Bone, Shooter, Soft Cartel, Fiction Junkies, and Heavenly Flower Publishing

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