I’m pretty sure that’s the first time those two words have been put together as the title of a piece of creative writing, and probably for good reason! Here are a couple of wintery haikus regardless…
Tag: Poetry
The P-Word
This week Twitter has been abuzz over what is always a hot topic in the literary world. I am, of course, talking about the P-word – plagiarism. In her was-to-be-published debut collection of poems, American writer Ailey O’Toole was accused of stealing language from the work of fellow poet Rachel McKibbens. O’Toole was publicly called out by McKibbens and has subsequently had her debut collection cancelled by Rhythm and Bones Press. Since then, several other poets have come forward to claim that O’Toole has appropriated work belonging to them. The writing community, always a febrile place where plagiarism is concerned, rounded on O’Toole who issued an apology to McKibbens. So far, so ugly. Continue reading “The P-Word”
Haiku – Breath and Dawn
Two little snippets this morning…
Breath
Heavy-laden line.
Damp sheets droop under fall skies.
Not a breath of wind. Continue reading “Haiku – Breath and Dawn”
Haiku – Snuffle and Yawn
Dug out a couple of haikus this morning…
Snuffle
Crooked, root-beamed vault
Between oak knees bald and bowed.
Snuffles from within. Continue reading “Haiku – Snuffle and Yawn”
Haiku – Crease and Rust
Morning all,
a couple of haikus for consumption this morning…

Crease
Rain bobs battered leaves
Waxen creases burst their banks
Roots greedily drink.

Rust
Frost-dampened sawdust
coats paint tins and pots. Ivy
tendrils ‘round rusted lock creep.
***Thanks for reading!***
Haiku – Billow
An ethereal little haiku today on the theme of ‘billow’…
Translucent billow
Current-borne, through seaweed drawn
Tentacles trail long.
***Thanks for reading folks. Comments always appreciated!***
Grey
A little haiku this morning on the theme of ‘Grey’…
Grey smooth-shattered shale
Huddled high in wave-lashed caves
Sea foam flecks strike dark.
Haiku – Large
Here is my attempt at today’s one-word prompt of ‘large’, run courtesy of Swimmers. Thought I’d haiku this one as I’ve already posted today…
Low-slung winter sun
Rinsed large through scudding rain-cloud
Ceding hungry night.
Haiku
The grass has been needing mown for a while now. Over the weekend it was (thankfully) raining, so I decided to haiku my way out of a chore…
Untamed grass sprouts long.
Borders burst under brute green.
Roots clasp strangled stones.








