Well, I couldn’t resist. Another haibun for the dverse magical nature prompt. The five line verse is a gogyohka.
Life is heavy these days. Worries settle like indigestion in the silence of the night, rattling chains like Marley’s ghost and chasing sleep. The remedy, come morning, is to walk around the land, along the north path where the vines face south, down the west side where dog roses perfume the air, beneath the plum trees and the fig, to follow the stream east in the shade of poplar and oak, to listen to all that rustles and sings, barks and chatters, and let the peaceful words of running water sooth the night away.
stream babble-music plays
birds among the leaves trill unseen
a tangle of scents
grass stalks bend—wild secrets
For the dverse prompt. An ordinary branch etheree.
In the damp grass, among the fallen leaves,
a dead branch lies, fallen in some gale,
lichen green, speckled with fungus,
home to hundreds, an insect
metropolis. Borne home,
laid in state in the
grate, a funeral
pyre will blaze—
There is just so much box packing that the human spirit can tolerate before it atrophies. Taking a very short break to reply to the dverse prompt this evening.
That look that has lasted so many years,
a flame that has flickered but always flared again,
fire-bright, deeper than desire
and the well of wishes where the moon swims;
water-borne with otter grace,
the torrent of a child’s first melancholy wail,
delicate swish-tailed fish become hefty bawling flesh;
a dream plucked from a shared vision,
two hands that reached into the tingling darkness
of a distant night and found the same star;
fields and trees, a breeze from the south,
red fox-flash and the silent setting of the sun.
All this magic fallen into my cupped hands
to tip into your keeping,
yours, mine, forever.
Lovely suggestions from Ronovan for his haiku challenge.
Magic in the stars
dancing in the sun and moon
and dark lake water.
Handfuls of stars plunge
magic in their fiery tails
leave the night sky dark.
Magic grows at night
sowing seeds of shooting stars
spinning moons and worlds.
Dark perfume haunts,
ghost of a breeze lingers
in the red night sky.
If this green magic lives,
let it dazzle
like a brilliant ocean of joy.