at night, orange
stone of the bombed cathedral
is a home for mist
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #718, Misty showers, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Bob Dylan, looking sharp –
Hmmmmm I came with the scalpel, but I really like that, very much, in many ways
The image is GREAT! Adding “home” to the last line gives it a wonderful balance too. 🙂
And — wow! — look at Bob’s duds! Long way from Highway 61!
And you tried to convince me that you folks don’t still all wear fantastic cowboy clobber? But the evidence is mounting up… 😉
I’m not sure how much credit I can claim for the image, since it’s real – a misty night when I lived in Coventry, walking through the ruins of the old cathedral that was fire-bombed in WW2. It was eerily beautiful and, though, I didn’t know it at the time, full of either wabi or sabi (?)
Ay yai yai – still having troubles with wabi vs sabi too – so I won’t venture a guess 😉 — but yes, I was thinking it must be a real place. Still – you brought it to life very vividly 🙂
[said the haijin, with a subtle tip of her Stetson]
It’s a good look on a haijin, I think – a tipped Stetson 😉
It is, it is — and it requires a nice drawl to go with it. Still working on that …! 😉
Oooo … nice, very very nice!
Beautifully penned, dear Sue. Best wishes and happy weekend. Aquileana 😀
Thanks, dear Aquileana, and I hope you have a lovely weekend, too! I think I will spice up my Sunday by catching up with some more Greek myths – I wonder what naughtiness those gods and goddesses have been getting up to now..? 😉