The above is my contribution to this week’s Poet’s Choice feature on the Haiku Foundation blog. There is no selection for this feature, rather poets decide in the comments section which are their favourites for reading.
Haiku Dialogue: Poet’s Choice, Brevity
a kingdom of bright colours
Written for Carpe Diem #1720 Zinnia
the meadow lit up
with yellow smiles
Written for Carpe Diem #1717 Sunflowers
the poppies popping
Written for Carpe Diem #1716 Poppies
in the farthest aisle
a tear blossoms
only the twinkle
of city lights
Sometimes I wonder about the realness of things. Am I real? Are you real? Am I as real as you? Are you as real as me?
I feel the cold of rain as it hits my skin, and hear the whispers of trees as they send shivers my way. And surely this means that I’m a real girl.
But dream rain is just as cold, and dream trees whisper too. In the morning they are nothing but ghosts.
One day I, too, will be a ghost.
Then perhaps I am nothing but a dream.
she says the word
evening rain the cat glitters too
I just want to relax. They never let me do that. It’s always scare the humans this. Eat the humans that.
I get it. I’m a troll. I have a reputation to uphold. We’ve got a beautiful green space here and we don’t want humans trampling all over it.
I just don’t get why it always has to be me. I’m not the only scary thing around here. Those fairies can be nasty, and a nymph’s regular attitude should bring any unwanted tourism to a grinding halt. Sometimes I just want to look at the reflections of leaves in water…feel the cool of shaded bark against my skin…breathe in the green.
That’s why I’m putting in my leave. I’m taking a holiday. I deserve it. I’m soaking up the green and sleeping in till 10. Some nasty nymph can cover my shifts.
As for humans…the rules are simple.
Trample quietly and you won’t get your legs broke.
(Image courtesy of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo)
Written for Sue Vincent’s Writephoto Prompt: Tranquil
My supernatural short story Aibhileen’s Curse is now free on Smashwords.