She dips the brush, composes a haiku.
“Cherry blossom weeps,
Bitter winter wind laments—
Fierce hearts do neither.”
Compliant wives conform. But she’d rather confront her treacherous husband on the battlefield, beneath snapping crimson skies.
“Wielding Father’s sword—
Scarlet camellias bleeding
From my ink-black hair.”
Victory—like justice—is poetic.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Beautiful. This vibrates with color, passion and life. Thank you.
Love it!
Brava, Deborah. Two linked haiku flowing within a fifty-word story, well done!
Well done! You expertly got your 2 poems inside of that thought provoking piece! I hope you actually have peace in your life, not a looming husband!
Wickedly good haiku…
The form you used gives your work a rhythmic cadence – nice!