A couple of frigid haiku on a Sunday…
Mountain
A mountain-born cold
carried over cataracts
to frost-tinged plains.
Milksop
A pale, milksop sun
heaves itself up and over.
Winter equinox.
Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘The Kinmount Straight‘ and ‘Shadow and Light‘.
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 haven’t heard that lovely word ‘milksop’ for decades!
Great pieces.
Haha same, I’m not sure how it bubbled up in my subconscious from. It feels very Victorian.
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Yes, that lovely word – milksop. Perfect for your second haiku with that chilly sun in the winter. Excellently done, Matthew.
Thanks Chris. Not a word in my everyday vernacular but glad it surfaced.
love ‘milksop’, both poem and photo —
Cheers John. Milksop poetry is a genre I’m going to struggle to get off the ground I think!
good luck with that one 🙂
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Ah, ‘Milksop’! A word with such quality. Love the imagery. Happy Writing My Friend.
Cheers Goff@
I especially like Milksop “heaved itself up and over”. T’riffic.
Thanks so much Libby