An inadvertent theme of slate forms this week’s haiku…
Bracing
From gnarled towpath to
footworn stile to slate-clad steps –
a cold, bracing walk.
Buttressed
Caverns hewn by hand.
Hallways, buttressed and awkward.
A slate mine, long quiet.
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Matthew J. Richardson’s fiction has appeared in publications including Golddust Magazine, Flashback Fiction, Close to the Bone, Shooter, and Idle Ink. His work often explores psychological tension, place, and the quiet edges of human behaviour. He lives in Scotland and holds a Professional Doctorate in Education.
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Two excellent haiku. Slate is so useful, lovely roofs (back in the day).
I agree Chris – a lovely material.
My church had an original slate roof that lasted over 85 years. We now have a new one, with slate sourced from the U.S. state of New Hampshire, in the Northeastern United States.
I do love a slate roof – so aesthetically pleasing.
bracingly visual; sometimes inadvertent themes can take us down strange paths —
Thanks John – totally agree.
I really enjoy the slate mine imagery, great job as always, sir.
Thanks Christopher, much appreciated.