I’m taking advantage of some hot weather to post a couple of summery haiku…
Fierce
A fierce morning light –
slanting, oblique, river-borne.
Liquid, winding gold.
Flummer
Heat flummering down,
windows cracked open. Washing
rushed out to the line.
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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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love these two summery haiku: they warmed me up 🙂 turned cold here ; love the two pics: gorgeous, even the domestic one of clothes on the line and windows open , catching the breeze — and that verb ‘flummer’ : looking it up now 🙂
Thanks John. I think I might have repurposed ‘flummer’ to be honest – it sounded onomatopoeic!
Lovely imagery, coming just as the weather here has turned!
Thanks Chris. Thought I’d take advantage of the change!
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I read the line about washing rushed out to the line two ways: that a person rushed it out (I think of old times when we hurried to hang it out to catch the weather) and that the washing rushed out on its own. I especially liked the last, the idea of laundry anticipating the experience!
Two excellent haiku, and a new word – flummer / flummering. Hmm, must be warm….
Think ‘UK-warm’. Not in your league I’m afraid!😆