Rippled pond,
dew-strung lawn.
Yawning moon
welcomes dawn. Continue reading →
Freckled Lily
Rippled pond,
dew-strung lawn.
Yawning moon
welcomes dawn. Continue reading
Tag Archives: dawn
Happy Birthday to Robert Frost
Mushroom Abloom
Misty morning rain —
Abloom go fairy umbrellas.
Sprites huddle and hide —
Only a toe might show.
Mushrooms glisten.
Gilded droplets
form slowly,
roll to the center —
a pool of fairy nectar.
Deer step warily,
brown eyes dewy, and
nibble mushrooms.
Sprites tickle their chins
and spin widdershins.
So again it begins.
Abloom!
Hide and seek with the fawn
till Mama Doe gives a yawn,
and the rain is gone.
So are the mushrooms.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
American Haiku: Silent Bathhouse
dawn slips in more silently than a bathhouse on an icy lake
Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Be kind, this is my first ever American Haiku, which I find to be much harder than the usual form. It was a form created by Allen Ginsberg, who brought it away from nature toward our modern, urban lifestyle and left it high and dry on one line, as more similar to the original haiku form, which was not broken into lines. It was inspired by the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special #9, although I hesitate to link up given my newbie-ness. (Newbie-verbosity?) Joke cracking in a nervous way is never pretty.
The Queen’s Ruin
Liam took a walking tour with his parents through Shrewsbury Castle gardens. On the edge of the Severn River, a tour guide named Julia waved Liam’s group into a ruin with broken columns and wall fragments, some with windows still framing the soft Shropshire sunshine.
“This is the Queen’s Ruin,” said Julia, the tour guide. “Queen Maud and her cousin Stephen battled for the throne of England. At one point, Queen Maud is said to have taken refuge here, and after she left, Stephen pulled it to the ground, leaving only ruins. This statue in the flowers is said to be of Queen Maud as a young woman, descended of kings, married to a king and mother to a king.”
Liam looked at the statue for long minutes as the rest of the tour continued on to the archways of blooming wisteria. She looked so peaceful there in the shadows of the lilacs. Unfortunately, both arms were broken off of the white marble. Liam was sad to see her damaged.
Friendly Fairy Tales 