There’s only a portal of black obsidian between the zombies and lava in The Dimension of The Nether and The Overworld where Steve is standing and I am counting his sheep, cows and pigs. But we really shouldn’t be hanging around when night is about to fall and mob attacks are imminent: Blazes and Creepers, Spiders from The Cave, all ready to descend on The Farm. autism spectrum my nephew names all the monsters It’s time to lock up the animals, he says, time to close doors and windows, so I turn Steve around and notice he’s clutching a tiny baguette, something that fills me with unaccountable joy: that in this world of sharp edges and danger a boy has placed Bread in a man’s hands and they are carrying it home. Presence 63, March 2019
An evocative haiku that speaks volumes; worthy of the place it received in the ‘With Words Haiku competition’…
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ReplyDeleteCongrats! I love the idea that it is me who decides whether the sea or the lyrical I is speaking to her.
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Ralf
Yes! That's absolutely what I wanted the reader to experience. Thanks so much for posting, Ralf.
ReplyDeleteLovely comments on a superb haiku. I still get a kick out of reading Lynne's poem, even now, after many re-reads as judge.
ReplyDeleteA cheque will be on its way, with a haiku journal notebook, soon! ;-)
Alan
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All life on earth originated from the sea. We talk of mother earth, but I wonder if it should be mother ocean? Your link between the sound of the sea and your communication with your mother - on her birthday - has all sorts of resonances, for me. And it's a lovely haiku. Thank you and congratulations!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Leigh.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the win Lynne, Matt
ReplyDeleteThanks, Matt : )
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