Tag: Nature

Storm and Song | Haiku

What appears to have been the Scottish ‘summer’ is now apparently at an end. The first of what I imagine will be plenty of Autumn haiku are below…

Rain running down a window

Storm

Violent spatter

Against a square of slate sky.

Bulbous autumn storms.

Fire embers glowing

Song

An empty grate, yet

That smell of red embers, of

Songs sung, lilted verse.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of David Wagner and Peakpx. My recent short stories include ‘Rendered Soft‘ and ‘Across the Glassine‘.

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, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.

Buttercup and Broil | Haiku

Big skies and crowded lawns today, with a couple of haiku…

Buttercup

Buttercup

Sun-waxed buttercup,

Deep amidst the heaving grass.

Summer peering through.

Cirrus clouds against a blue sky

Broil

Cumulonimbus

Banked broad, far-flung cirrus. A

Broiling troposphere.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Flickr and Caribb. My recent short stories include ‘Rendered Soft‘ and ‘Eyes Wide‘.

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, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.

Spidered and Still | Haiku

We’re ice-bound in Scotland at the moment – some appropriate haikus as follows…

Frost patterns on glass

Spidered

Spidered creep across

Night-chilled glass, untouched by the

Hill-hidden sunlight.

Red bird on a feeder in winter

Still

Frozen and fat balls and

Frost-fingered nyger, hanging

Still, in the chill air.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Marco Verch and Chiot’s Run. My recent short stories include ‘Night Out‘ and ‘Plausible Deniability‘.

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, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.

Steadfast and Slate | Haiku

Happy New Year folks,

A couple of bracing haiku for early January…

A dry stone wall

Steadfast

Wind-worn coping stones,

Stacked batters, wedged pinnings and

Steadfast throughstones. Still.

Long-stemmed grass, covered with ice

Slate

Crisp, frosted fronds,

Pure amidst the rutted tracks,

Beneath the slate skies.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of Michael Manning and Creativity103.com. My recent short stories include ‘Night Out‘ and ‘PLANET 4662/1183J/983!/11C‘.

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, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.