Tuesday February 17th, 2015

The exercise:

Write two haiku about something: ancient.

Took Max to story time at the local library this morning. He was a little shy around all the other kids but he seemed to enjoy himself. Was definitely excited to make a craft (I helped him make a monster bookmark after the librarian read a few kids books about monsters).

It was a beautiful day, if a little on the chilly side, so we spent a good portion of the afternoon playing in the backyard. Because he's figured out how to open (and close and lock) the sliding door that goes from the dining area to the back deck.

So he's enjoying that freedom. More than I am, but I'm gradually getting used to it.

Mine:

The faded words on
these torn and dusty pages
still possess power

*     *     *

Brittle bones, skin like
melted wax, the stench of death -
visiting Gran's house.

4 Comments:

Greg said...

I think it's only natural to be a little shy around people you've not met before, so I don't blame Max in the slightest! "Make a craft" sounds like something my Portuguese colleagues would say, surely you just helped Max craft? I might have believed you had you built a boat together though :)
Now that Max can go outside by himself I bet you're wishing you'd taken up my idea of the trampoline to get off the deck :-D
I think I like your second haiku better today, though I fear you've just destroyed all hopes of babysitting in the near future!

Ancient
Ruined walls and doors
Yet under the ancient dust
Treasures lie hidden.

-----------
He said he was old
But his birth certificate
Said he was older!

ivybennet said...

Water eternal,
Guiding the sun and the stars.
Forever above.

Golden disk of warmth,
Circling the orb of life.
Shine light upon us.

morganna said...

Too old and creaky,
I sit here, dreaming of days
Gone by, golden days.

Shaped by hands long gone
Made and used with purpose
Now gathering dust.

Marc said...

Greg - eh, 'make a craft' seems to be the way people say it around here. It certainly wasn't the first I'd heard it, at any rate.

Well, 'Gran' is not a name used for either of Max's grandmothers, which was definitely a conscious decision :P

Hmm, I think I want to hear a story or two told from your first haiku's setting.

Ivybennet - that's a lovely pair of haiku this week, they go together so nicely. Yet also stand on their own. Well done!

Morganna - the repetition in the final line of your first poem really works for me, so I shall declare that one my favorite this week. Though I quite like the second as well...