White Slap of Hail


white slap of hail

on my face and we’re not even



This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem Utabukuro, the poem-bag #1 re-introduction “a single tulip”, another great prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, in which Chèvrefeuille asked us to choose a haiku or tanka we admire and write our own haiku inspired by it.  So, here’s a favourite of mine by Basho, which I read again recently:


still alive

but frozen into one –



To me there seems such a mysterious atmosphere in Basho’s haiku, probably due to the fact that a normal, albeit peculiar scene is examined so intensely until other possible meanings start to rise up.  So, for my haiku I tried to borrow the coldness of that scene and the eerie intimacy.  All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s the Sleepy Jackson –