So, a whole 50 days of haiku…
Halfway through. I can’t believe it. I’m impressed with myself.
Creating a 5-7-5 haiku poem each day has really become a habit; words twisted into a semblance of order but with no rhyme or reason (though I still throw in some rhyme now and then. I can’t help myself.)
Today, Day 50 of my #100daysofhaiku journey (shared every day without fail on Instagram), I’ve delved deep into the evocations of hot summer in a faraway finca in the hills of Italy or maybe Spain. A delicious remembering of all that nature provides, of the richness of the earth and also of language:
Figs, quinces, plums, pears
seductive fresh finca fayre
intense night flavours.”
Taste those succulent pears and feel the juice run down your face and sticky your hands.
Draw your eyes over the lush green swathe of trees and plants and flowers laid out before you, watch day slip into night where a new menu of seductions await, and know, really know: this is living, this is the true essence of life, this is the nitty-gritty pleasure of it all.
I welcome the illusions, allusions, thoughts, ideas, images, simile and metaphor that swarm into my consciousness for the next 50 days.
Thanks so much to The Great Discontent and Elle Luna for devising this amazing challenge.