We’re in the temperate forest today with a couple of haiku…

Stump
Wooden battlefield
upon which lichen, moss, mould
encroach – slow foray.

Slow
A pressing thumb of
river, piledriven onto
rock, yielding slowly.
Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘Shift‘ and ‘Picking your Mark‘.
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.
Interesting post
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Thank you so much.
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Two good haikus – slow but lively. On the first one, I can see a face in that photo. Fun!
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Haha yes – a bit Treebeardy!
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Well done, Matthew. Agreed, two equally good haiku.
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Thanks David. Hope you and yours are well!
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So beautiful 👌
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Thanks so much, Neeraj.
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“rock, yielding” – in Asia it’s called “water knife” – Brillant!
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