Shadorma November: Day Twenty

This is for Eliot’s November challenge.


Polished pearl morning

This morning,

draped with silver frost,

spreads silence—

winter grass

glitters polished pearl, and birds

flit through cold shadows.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “Shadorma November: Day Twenty”

      1. Which is why I really dislike the ‘smart’ little throw-away lines that pass for haiku. They’re not. Haiku is precise and difficult, and it isn’t a shampoo advert.

      2. You’re spot-on.
        I remember one which won the first price on the world haiku competition. Now I know the Serbian version, and haiku is pretty untranslatable. Anyhow, hope you get the picture. It goes sth like-

        After the rain/storm
        A boy wipes the sky
        Off the table.

        Isn’t is perfect? Just like Miro’s paintings. You think a child could easily do them, which of course isn’t true. If it were, we would all be poets and painters.

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