For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
moon drifts
among swaying kelp fronds
of the ocean sky
serene the moon
though the wind blows wild
waves in the treetops
wild is the moonlight
the wind voices wailing
an owl sighs
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Lovely Jane 💜💜
Thank you, Willow 🙂
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I particularly like the image of an owl sighing … a challenge to the usual (lazy?) references to hooting.
Thanks. Hoot is the usual word but it has modern associations with drunken yobbishness and car and train horns. It’s really a gentle sound, more of a long fluttering hoo (or who?) which I think is like a musical sigh.
In New Zealand they have a small owl called a Morepork. The name is an onomatopoeia, and I have a clear memory of waking at around 4am one morning to hear the unmistakeable whisper of “More-pork, more-pork, more-pork” outside our window. Surreal!
Ha ha! That’s a sensible name like Hoopoe. Even more sensible in Italian—Upupa.
Beautiful haiku, Jane.
Thank you, Diana 🙂
This is really stunning Jane. The swaying kelp fronds of the ocean sky and the wind blowing wild waves in the treetops makes a big impression on me. Down south in New Zealand there is plenty of swaying kelp along the south coast, and the same coast boasts many ‘tortured’ or windshorn trees. I’ve seen the wild waves in the treetops. Magnificent. This is one of my most favourite poems.
I’m pleased you enjoyed it Liz! It seems to me the sky and the ocean share a lot of imagery.
This is so true and yet I can’t say I’d really thought about it before. I love that you’ve shared this relationship between sea and sky. Would like to share your poem on my blog sometime if that’s ok Jane.
Anytime Liz. It’s always an honour 🙂
The clouds and the moon dance together beautifully. (K)
We were out walking last night watching the clouds racing across the sky, and in fact it looked much more as if it was the moon bowling along like a ship in full sail.
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