We’re flitting between urban and rural in a couple of haiku…
Concrete
Decaying concrete,
wind-harried tussocks – urban
ennui, in wasteland.
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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I like these : tight, succinct, with feeling —
Thanks John. They didn’t fit a single theme this week, but I decided I could cope with that!
Very nicely done, Matthew. Two takes and two completely different haikus!
Thanks Chris! A bit of urban decay, a bit of rural rush.
Urban ennui, indeed. Two fine pairings, though the cataract almost felt like a breath of fresh air after that sad wasteland.
Thanks Annie. I thought the urban one needed a more idyllic one next to it!
I agree!
Nice atmospheres. I’ll take the second every time!
Me too Chris!
I like this line -ennui, in wasteland. Great work!
Thanks Christopher!