Buster looked through the bars – uncertain of how to proceed. His kennel-mate, Fido – a Springer Spaniel, had only moments before used a piece of board purloined from the “walkies-yard” to vault himself over the “doggy prison” fence. Buster was unsure of what life outside might hold for him, but he would never know if he just sat there and stared.
A barrier erected to keep him in,
Should Buster try to leap it?
Only he who dares will win!
Angelica sprinted through the waist-deep grass. She had spent a wonderful morning entertaining elves, princesses, and even a giant in her secret hideout in the hills overlooking her apartment complex. She was so engrossed in the conversation with one centaur that just happened to stop in for a chat that she had forgotten that her mother had told her to be home no later than 12:30 for lunch. It was 12:23 when she thought to glance at her watch. She quickly excused herself from the conversation and headed home.
Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play
Inspiration Call – 7 Jan 2020
Much has been made of the cold and foggy night which brought Rudolph onto Santa’s team, but he is a late comer as we all know. Yes – ladies and gentleman, boys and girls – Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, and Cupid all preceded the red-nosed star of song and film. But when it comes the the true “Harts of Christmas,” Dunder and Blixem, that Thunder and Lightening to you and me, were the original stars. Isn’t it amazing what a good publicist can do for a scrawny red-nosed fawn? Give me Thunder and Lightening any day!
True Christmas harts fly
Swift Lightening and Thunder
Tow Santa’s sleigh high
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge December 24, 2019: “Heart of Christmas”
The prompt was for a poem, but I couldn’t resist the pun so went with a haibun.
I have spent most of my life in educational communities, first as a student, then as a teacher. The excitement that runs through a classroom at the first few tentative flakes is electrifying. Students’ gazes move from texts to windows, and silent prayers are said that the snow might stick. Such excitement and anticipation of “a good snow” is shared by teachers as well as their charges, though they professionally call the students back to the learning at hand. “Oh, for a thick blanket of white!”
Hesitant flakes fall
Flurry of fellows follow
The blanket begins
The Industrial Revolution changed lives forever in rural Britain. Factories replaced farms, and towns eclipsed villages. James Watt and Matthew Boulton, as well as other inventors, led the way with increasing the power available to looms and spinning frames by the use of coal produced steam. The social changes aside, the cost to the environment is ongoing.
If James Watt had known
The pump’s carbon legacy
Would he have it made?
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 27th 2019, steam engine
The class was debating about who should be credited with being the first missionary. Most were of the opinion that Peter should have the distinction as he brought the gospel to the Roman, Cornelius in Acts 10. Others held that Philip should be given the distinction because he instructed the Ethiopia eunuch in chapter 8. One female student was quiet throughout. When she was finally asked to give her view, she responded, “Mary.” This met with some scorn from her fellows. When she was asked to defend her view she said, “Mary was the first to proclaim, ‘He is risen’,” a point quickly agreed with by the instructor. She shot the teacher a shy smile of thanks.
A little smile and a blush
(Based on an actual lesson)
Written for d’Verse Haibun Monday 11/24/19: Gratitude
I drove past a quiet lay-by today. It was the same one that a couple of years ago I went to with my wife to observe a meteor storm. The ambient light in our little town made seeing the spectacle difficult so we drove a couple of miles out of town and parked to watch the light show. It remains a memorable experience, and even more so since she is now gone.
A flash of brilliance
Streak of light lifting the heart
So swiftly passing
You too a life-light
Giving incredible joy
But you to have passed
The window was open it being a warm July evening in a hotel overlooking the beach in Scarborough. The sound of the waves and the calling of the gulls had been soothing in the night, but now slumber was interrupted by the tractors of the local council as they smoothed the sands for another day and the scores of beach-goers yet to arrive.
Dawn breaks above waves
Waves break upon quiet sands
Bathers still abed
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 20th 2019, at dawn
“Why does my watch say quartz on it? I asked for a gold one for my birthday,” Esther questioned a little miffed at her present.
“It is gold, Darling,” her mum replied.
“Well, then you got ripped off Mum. It’s false advertising, if they said it was gold, cuz it says quartz right on it.”
Sometimes there is no way to overcome the logic of a twelve year old.
Little prisms of quartz
Regulating watch current
Nature’s power source
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 13th 2019, crystals
image: Padre’s Ramblings
My wife and I were visiting a National Trust property, and while the formal gardens were beautiful, we decided to see what was “off the beaten path.” We went through a gateway in an evergreen hedge and were greeted by the most amazing display along a forest walk (Photo above). It was spectacular to behold, and it is now a cherished memory.
Spring-tide forest walk
Blaze of cerulean blue
Nature’s glory greets
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 30th 2019, Bluebells