A gearbox blowout during a winter dawn on a C-road in Scotland provided me with the opportunity to write a couple of haiku…
Winter
Pale blue dawn breaking
over a frost-stiff landscape,
a winter stillness.
Wibble
Autumn’s mud wibble
under winter’s cloudless eye.
Frozen carapace.
Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘The Kinmount Straight‘ and ‘The Clacks‘.
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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Hi Matthew: enjoyed these — I love little odd words like ‘wibble’ and ‘plink’ —
Thanks John. I do like some onomatopoeia!
Both are blue ribbon haiku, Matthew. Usually, I have a favorite, but not today. Well done!
Sorry to hear about your gear box. I hope you weren’t going down a steep hill when it happened.
Thanks David. Up a steep hill but a passing motorist helped push me to safety!
Two nice haiku, Matthew. Also, what a wonderful word – ‘wibble’. Sorry about your motor, hope it’s okay now.
Thanks Chris. The motor still at the garage and I’m awaiting the phone call telling me what the damage is 😆
Oh, heck.
From adversity comes a wibble! (A wonderful word that also makes me giggle, Matthew. Alas!)
Brilliant work – the Winter imagery is perfect. I like “wibble” it reminds me of Jell-o molds as a kid in the 60s. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks Christopher. That’s exactly the aesthetic I had in mind! 😆