Again, March, or: Silence holds

A haibun

Late March. In the shelter, a mother reads aloud from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland—something about the March Hare. Above us, the air shudders; her voice resumes. I check my phone: the feed refreshes; the people of Tehran—still no signal.

d’Verse Haibun Monday

The above haibun is my take on the prompt at d’Verse, which invites us to craft haibun on the theme of the March Hare.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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Saint-Valentin
un couple d’aigles crie
et écrit dans le ciel.

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#Haibun: Bushido knows no gender

This piece is inspired by the driving rain of the past week, and an article I read about gender and Bushido. Their ragtag troop walks through the deep ravine, sharp rocks cutting through their feet, the rain drowning rivulets of blood down their legs and cloaks. They are starving. Only faith in their beloved leader keeps them walking. At once they see him: a powerful Samurai knight standing immobile as a statue on his horse, his sword…

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/07/11/haibun-boshido-knows-no-gender/