The weight of darkness, waiting for the stars to fall, smells of soil. Old oak-trees, skeletal, brush against my sweaty face; their twigs are claws; laced with hunger. An owl hoots with desperation of an empty kiln. Suddenly awake, the bats leave the belfry, their eyes a-glow. Silence between my heartbeats diminishes as fog from rotting bogs, but still I hear his footsteps, confidently striding, crushing gravel.
dissipate my fantasy —
hallow’s eve ----------- Haibun linked to Carpe Diem (shooting stars) and dVerse Poetics where Toni wants us to write poetry on Halloween.
rippled cumulus the sky's an anguished brow sentences afloat raindrops falling from her lips as arbor arms waves in sudden gust of syllables the flowers shudder for yet unopened letter thunderbolt to strike a raven seeks her shelter softness of your hand turned granite from what's done kisses of deceit your skirt was raised by a wind by his hands of thunderstorms Linked to Carpe Diem
moonrise holding their hands on their knees evening at a house listening to hungry bed-bugs calling from the old duvet moaning walls death of the last embers hunger pangs painting virgin snow footprints cross the yard lonely mother searching in the straw for what can't be found unwilling - she's a carpenter with yet another coffin made frozen soil spring will soon be met in threnodies sickness of a dying moon she hails its sickle face Linked to Carpe Diem
This wonderful tanka by Fuyuko Tomita: Actors we all are, she said mirrors to reflect each other We all leave the stage, she said and left a smile in mine Inspired in me, thinking of an echo like the mirror of sound