Another NaPoWriMo hiatus because of three more performances of the play that I am currently in, Moliere’s Tartuffe, which I have to say is going very well with very appreciative audiences.
In order to make up for the missing days I will endeavour once more to create three more haikus, and, in light of the much improved weather and subsequent blossom and budburst, these will appropriately be on the theme of Nature.
Hidden predator awaits
In alluring snare
Brought into line. Beauty lost
To new perspective.
News report: ‘Highest April Temperature on Record’
In the middle of one week
I spent a lot of time today in the much overdue sunshine. Hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago we were looking at the snow falling, blown in by the ‘Beast from the East’. Now we have the benefit of the southerly breezes bringing the Mediterranean warm air. Tennis was the order of the day for the morning and I just wish I had worn my shorts. Still, this is meant to continue right into next weekend.
But, a poem is required. I’ve attempted a triple haiku acrostic (sounds like an ice skating move!).
See the light of dawn
Urging the morning forward
Nurturing new growth
Sitting on mown grass
Hearing birdsong in the trees
I can breathe the Spring
Night descends swiftly
Evening air warm with sound
Stars adorn the sky
I pulled a photo taken some years ago from my archives in order to give me a prompt for today’s poem.
Tinged with a russet shimmer,
the Sun descends to this day’s end,
secure that its steady solar spin
will continue far beyond
our brief existence and begin
again its rise and fall.
A silhouette of steel endeavours
to embrace its majesty and grace,
as dusk brushes up
the dying darkling rays.
She waits to the side
of those giant open portals,
out of sight of the stained glass;
its gleam of colour perhaps frightens.
Perhaps her faith forbids
her entering, so instead she sits
in the hope that charity
will emerge from prayer.
Oops! Missed a few days but I have the excuse of having done three performances of Tartuffe with the local drama group. There is now a break of a few days before three more performances next week. So, on with the poetry challenge.
Of course, Friday was 13th with all the superstitions that surround the date.
The black cat that I saw
I wasn’t too sure
was meant to bring bad luck or good.
The ladder I walked under
might have caused the loud thunder
and the eventual downpour and flood.
And the result of my folly
was the fact that my brolly
was at home – WIDE OPEN –
And a haiku to celebrate the long-awaited sunshine.
Rays raise shoots and smiles
Ground breaking, breathing warm air
Brightness brings beauty.
I haven’t done a limerick for a while:-
April had brought so much rain
That it choked every gutter and drain
Inundated the nation
And I don’t want to see it again!
I don’t always refer to the daily prompt for poetic inspiration and, having taken a look at the one for today, which is to create a haibun, I realise that my poem #11 could be described as one. With a little more time to devote to writing today than I had yesterday I shall try to compose something similar.
In the morning mist
A jackdaw prises larvae
From the dewy lawn
Fog persists as a ghost masking the Spring sun. Greasing streets and clamming the waiting buds and blossoms. Its presence suppresses sound and mood, reducing all to muted gloom. Trees are barely stirred in air without movement. Leaves hang damp or drip, drooped in a sad surrender to this all-pervading miasma. I walk across the trembled grass verges, my breath in clouds, adding to the atmosphere. My collar ought not be pulled so high this time of year, but the chill insists.
This morning the mist rolled
Wraith-like, damp gripping
The ground with grass spread wet
Beneath the windless air. Sun is stifled,
Muffled by the endless miasma
Of gloom. There is no room
For the Sun’s rays to eke out
Even a wrinkle of warmth.
May may be better. Maybe…