Tuesday March 3rd, 2015

The exercise:

Write two haiku about: the maid.

That... was a long day of cleaning and packing. I'd list everything I did but just thinking about it makes me tired, and I am plenty tired enough already.

Tomorrow we prepare for our road trip.

Thursday we depart.

Tonight I sleep.

Mine:

I change your sheets, I
wash your clothes, and I know all
your dirty secrets.

*     *     *

She's a very good
worker, but she knows too much.
James... release the hounds.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

And there she stands tall,
A feather duster in hand.
A sight to behold.

But look, what is that?
A knife concealed in her skirts.
Her eyes gleam darkly.

Marc said...

Greg - that would have worked... if I'd had any idea ahead of time of all the little things I'd forgotten or hadn't thought of.

That does sound like an Henri kind of haiku, doesn't it? Hmm...

Your second one is painfully sad. No comment on the first :P

Ivybennet - I like the almost regal image you placed in my head with your first haiku and that delightful touch of mystery in your second.