At Night


at night, orange

stone of the bombed cathedral

is a home for mist


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 –

9 thoughts on “At Night

  1. 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]

    • 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..? 😉

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