Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on December 15, 2013 Posted under Humor, Poetry Comments 50 Comments Dark Spaces Haiku golden sunshine glows fae hide in the dark spaces writing to Santa Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham Ways to Share this:EmailPrintMoreTwitterTumblrPinterestPocketFacebookGoogleLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related faefairy talefriendly fairy taleGardenhaikuhidemagicphotographpoemPoetrySantawinter Post navigation ← Sonnet to a Cabbage Seasons Intersect Haiku → 50 thoughts on “Dark Spaces Haiku” Fairies writing to Santa is such a sweet thought, I love how you always write with real imagination and creativity. Lovely shot too, it feels like winter now! 🙂 x LikeLike Reply LOL We are knee-deep in snow and it looks like February here. LikeLike Reply Ooh no snow here yet! 😉 x LikeLike Reply I’ll post pix. 🙂 LikeLike Reply What a joyful concept – under the blankets with a torch that has almost gone flat too, no doubt. I loved it! LikeLike Reply Thanks! Hope you have a joyful holiday season! Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply Thank you Brenda – Youngest daughter plus family – (inc. our youngest grandchildren – 2 & 5) coming to stay so we expect to be completely exhausted by the end of it – but Christmas is about children so we’re looking forward to having them around. All the very best to you and your family from us. David LikeLike Reply I have 3, ages 12, 9 and 4. On the cusp of having the sneering teen, I catch glimpses of his new personality on occasion, but mostly I expect this year to be fun. I am with you, though, it is exhausting. And where do I put the new stuff? We are maxed out with stuff already, it’s a crazy, marketing-driven world. LikeLike Reply Just remember that there are people out there who would love to have that stuff – but who will never have it. (Unless, of course, you can sneak a couple of bags of last years stuff off to some charity or other) David PS Don’t worry – from my own experience, I can tell you it is true – at eighteen, they suddenly turn back into real people again. Grit your teeth and hold on! Hmm, three you say, and the youngest is only four. Hmm again. Well, stay strong. PPS I must add that the relief – when, in their eighteenth year, they suddenly shed their ugly bug costume and become rational human beings, is enormous and almost makes it all worth while – almost. PPPS The grandchildren are worth waiting for, though. LikeLike Reply I’ll try and wait for the grandkids. We do give to charities, but we still have too much stuff. I enjoy my kids mostly. They are pretty terrific. 🙂 LikeLike Of course they are – they are YOUR kids after all – but it is a parent’s duty to complain – just to keep them on their toes. I already had two I was pretty damn proud of – then in 2000 I met Jackie and found that I had acquired three more as part of the deal. You just know that I’m pretty damn proud of all five of them now, don’t you? Admittedly the youngest is thirty – so I’m a bit ahead of you. That reminds me – there are some things I’d like your opinion on but I’ll send you an email – to that email address you never check – it’s nothing that can’t wait until after the holidays though. Must do this weeks post first though. Might not get to read anything more here until everyone has gone home – so hope the whole family has a great time over the hols. David LikeLike You, too. I have a couple posts to make before the big day, but they can wait to be read. Cheers, Brenda LikeLike Special! LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Good evening brenda, I have nominated you for another award. You really deserve it 🙂 http://adamsymposium.wordpress.com/2013/12/16/blog-award-thanks-and-my-nominations/ LikeLike Reply LOL Another award! Woo-hoo, this rule breaker is doing a dance. I may have already replied, but I read this in the morning, and it’s been a very long day of violin recitals, grocery shopping, cooking and tree decorating. So forgive me being tedious if I’ve already thanked you. Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply Brenda, Soft smile, that is so sweet. Thanks, Bill LikeLike Reply Wow. I love this. The picture is so captivating. LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Love!! So sweet imaging them all hunched over little itsy bitsy pieces of loose tree bark 😉 LikeLike Reply With berry ink and thorn-quill pens. LOL LikeLike Reply I believe you may be of the fae, Brenda. It makes so much sense. 🙂 x LikeLike Reply LOL Perhaps in the dark past… And you, too! LikeLike Reply No dark past. Fairies of the future. I’m good with that! 🙂 x LikeLike Reply There’s always a dark past. It’s the leaven in the bread, the thing that makes us rise up and move on. I’m good with the Fairies of the Future, though. What a great story idea. LikeLike Reply Well, maybe a touch of dark to lend mystery and formation. Fairies of the future I know you could do. 🙂 x LikeLike Reply As long as you’re okay with it. LOL LikeLike Don’t be daft! I’m not going to write it! I hope you can. 🙂 x LikeLike I like being daft. LikeLike It definitely has its place in this world. Rather fond of a touch of the dafties myself. Keeps a smile going. 🙂 x LikeLike LOL Exactly. I get to look at things in my own way. LikeLike and may all the fae wishes be granted ) LikeLike Reply From your lips to Santa’s ears! LikeLike Reply i like that…writing to Santa. so cute! ☺ LikeLike Reply Thanks! It gave me a chuckle. LikeLike Reply Please enlighten me what is fae hide.? LikeLike Reply fae = fairies Fairies hide in the dark spaces. I like the image of a fae hide, though, a place where the fae can hide from humans, a secret place. LikeLike Reply Ahhh! Nice:) is that multiple fairies? Fae LikeLike Reply Yes, that is one way it’s used. 🙂 Did you write to Santa. What does a splicer want for Christmas? LikeLike Reply Besides my two front teeth. I deferred my wants to the next person. I have everything I need… What do you wish for? LikeLike Reply I got my wish — a piano. It’s not a very good one, it was free except for moving expenses, but it’s all we can afford right now. 🙂 LikeLike I love piano… Always have!! I have Roger Williams, Peter Nero and Ferraine and Tearcher on my pandora stations… LikeLike 🙂 I’m not recording-worthy, but I like to play. 🙂 LikeLike I took hours and hours of lessons 45 years ago and I’d now be lucky if I could play chopsticks. LikeLike I bet it would come back to you. But only if you wanted it to. 🙂 LikeLike my mother was an undiagnosed manic depressive and was violent. .]She would beat piano out of me. na, its been 50 years. LikeLike Dang. Old demons… They have the longest teeth. LikeLike So true. I must remember these words! LikeLike Santa is an old Fairy/god. He rides with the Wild Hunt. He is very tough. It’s so sweet that they are writing to him:) I hope all their fairy wishes come true:) LikeLike Reply Excellent! Love your comment! I hope their fairy wishes come true, too! Cheers, Brenda LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. 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