Plucked from their patches
hollowed, cut, and brought to life
wickedly they scheme.
Strong and stronger
as the evenings grow shorter
the shadows, longer.
Yellow, red and gold,
mulchy, slippery and cold,
fiery ice on tarmac.
Silent, midnight silk,
starlight eyes in winter sky.
I’m being followed.
power to destroy, contained
within every candle
Weathered stone markers Guide the way to Grandma’s house Silent paws follow Today’s haiku is written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt! Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to download the photo from Sue’s site (Failed – Path too long… a very fitting error message for my poem?) but you can click the link above to see the picture which inspired this poem. I hope you enjoy the Pixabay featured image instead. After my last Goldilocks-themed… Read More
Neither hot nor cold the most delicious bowl holds Baby Bear’s porridge Written for today’s WordPress daily prompt, Center.
As I missed yesterday’s daily WordPress prompt, I’m going to incorporate it into today’s post, so you get two haiku instead of one!
The cornfields listen Their growing, ripening ears Deafened to feed us Today’s daily WordPress prompt is Yellow.
Her painted face lies No movement to betray thought The ground accepts her
Bright flash of blue light Siren wails into the night Another life lost Image is © Geralt
Into silence, breathe BUZZZZ—my cell phone summons me The moment ruined