Hosts: Reid Hepworth and Shalini Pattabiraman
Keith Polette is the MENTOR for THE HAIBUN GALLERY from 16 December 2022.
Thank you, Keith.
15th December 2022
Today we bring you the third haibun in the series featuring Terri L. French.
Terri L. French
Rebirth
Redwoods, moss coated rocks, fiddlehead ferns. The pine needle path interrupted by protruding rocks. Just a whiff of sea brine. Down a mud-slick desire path into a cove of sand and rocks. Black monoliths rise from the swell. Seagull squawks muffled by the waves’ crescendo. Tentacles of bull kelp tangled in sargassum. Iridescent bubbles floating on spume.
And me, arms stretched wide, alone in the sand, breathless, shoes cast aside, toes digging deep enough to take root…head thrown back…one deep primal note sung to the sky.
water breaking
another chance
at a first breath
Source: The Haiku Hecameron, edited by Scott Mason, 2020
Pulling Sunset
R: For most poets, the natural world is our muse - we look to it for inspiration, for grounding, for solace. My grandmother used to say, “when you are sad, angry, or have something to process, go to the sea. It will never fail you.” My gran would often walk down to the beach, sit on a bench and stare into the Salish Sea until she was good and ready to return home. I learned from watching her and from spending time in nature, that it has an abundance of healing energy. So it's no surprise that this haibun called out to me. The prose itself is a sensory smorgasbord: visually, tactilely, olfactory, auditory. “Down a mud-slick desire path…” sigh. Could it get any better? Yes, indeed. And, once we are satiated with the ferns, seagulls and brine, Terry reins us into the present experience of the narrator…taking us on her primal journey…where really, one can only travel alone, so basic and instinctual that passengers are rarely invited. And then she caps it off with an exquisite ku. She cleverly leaves the door open for…hope, second chances, new beginnings. Rebirth. Brilliant.
Terri’s thoughts about Rebirth:
This is one of my favourites and I am happy Scott (Mason) chose it to be in this wonderful anthology. Travelling full-time in our RV all over has afforded me to see many parts of the country I never had. And doing so during the pandemic gave me an opportunity to strengthen my relationship with the natural world. I wrote this piece when we were in lockdown in northern California. We were the only people in our campground, other than essential transient workers, for fifty-six days. For an introverted poet this was heaven! The giant redwoods, banana slugs, skunk weed, the ocean waves, sea lions and seals. Truly, it was a time of rebirth for me.
Prompt:
For this prompt we would like you to explore whatever brings you peace, be it a place, a custom, an object. Show us, don’t tell, let us explore the harmonics with open minds.
PLEASE NOTE:
1. Only two haibun per poet per prompt.
2. Share your best-polished pieces.
3. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.
4. When poets give suggestions and if you agree to them - post your final edited version on top of your original version.
5. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished haibun (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly journal.
#1, I would love to keep the same.
29-12-2022
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deep inside
the backyard i find myself lucky for the opportunity to walk through the memory lane of childhood days with my paternal grandparents digging out weeds and planting seasonal flowers and vegetables in rows between the well and neighborhood walls as morning crows keep cawing every time and everywhere
open book
i tag each page
with a fallen leaf
**
Feedback please
Post #1
The Stoic
It has a red cover with birds printed on it. The pages are ruled. No dates are mentioned. I like this about my journal. It gives me a sense of timelessness. The thickness is not much making it light enough to carry around. A small leather holder is there to hold my pen. There is a small brass latch too. The journal is my safe zone.
whispering palms--
the secrets
I hold on to
Feedback appreciated:)
I just wanted to say how much I enjoy writing in response to the prompts in this gallery, working on my pieces here in line with suggestions and offering comments on work by others.Given the chance to produce 8 pieces a month with only a small proportion likely to be in the running for HaikuKATHA there are so many haibun available to submit to other journals where I'm pleased to say many of mine sparked here have found excellent homes this year. So thankyou prompt givers for all you have offered and thankyou editors for all your choices in 2022. I look forward to what will happen here next year.
Hydro
We trudge up the track, deeply grooved from constant rain. Thick bushes hug the edge. Where there are gaps, we catch our breath and glimpses of Lake Pedder. Flooded trees stand defiant in the water's rise. Clouds give way to shreds of blue. It doesn't last long. The sky is streaming as we continue through the low scrub. At the edge we lean against a rocky outcrop. Four hundred metres down, scraped into the wilderness, on the shore of this massive lake, the small village of Strathgordon that was once the dam builders' home.
pruned and shaped ----
instead of a master's hand
the wind
Second version
(A few more changes. Thanks to Keith Pollette)
(A dash needed…
I would value comments on the edit in response to Shalini, Reid and Diana of the heart sings posted 2 days ago. Is the new ku strong enough? I am not sure.