I often use prompts in a very loose way. This month, Rebecca Cuningham’s Poetry Challenge is all about writing a haibun. Theme: door.
Door? Well, Rebecca also mentions portals, beginnings, invitations and next steps. That led me to a reflection on writing, so I guess, I went a bit along the portal line of thought. Maybe that’s just what I want to do…
Here’s Rebecca’s full blog post on http://www.fakeflamenco.com: https://fakeflamenco.com/2022/08/02/august-2022-poetry-challenge-2/
And here’s my haibun:
Maybe that’s just what I want to do
I might as well begin by saying I don’t know. I follow crumbs, consonants, these strong, stubborn columns, that keep vowels in tight cages, like wild animals. They don’t behave in predictable ways. I don’t know the ancient, the guarded, the sacred. I follow sounds and rhythms, beat and bait for hook, line and sinker simple souls that can’t help but speculate. Keen, always eager to add to the list of dawns, dusks, undeserved magic. And I forgive myself for not doing more than that.
A life in words, pearls,
grit turned into stars.