I haven't actually got a Scrabble board set up -- I'm just writing the words out on squared paper as I go. And that's because I was worried that you were keeping track of the words ready to tell me when I did something impossible -- since this game is going word by word I can't claim that you don't know what the rest of the board looks like! Don't worry, there are other things than the hippos I can kill off :)
Grand Snow falls on old wood, Rats seek ways inside the house, For them: all is grand.
The North wind blows hard, Grand plans are set aside now. The rats must be faced.
[Kind of continuing on from the last haikus, just a touch]
Greg: I love your take on his, the complete opposite of how most people would go (yet somehow still remaining true to the prompt).
So I just got back from Edinburgh where my boyfriend proposed. So of course this prompt made me thing of a certain piece of jewelry I can't stop staring at. I apologize in advance for the sappiness.
The center stone shines, Shimmering in every beam Of the golden sun.
The turns of metal Mimic the vines around us. I love him so much.
I haven't actually got a Scrabble board set up -- I'm just writing the words out on squared paper as I go. And that's because I was worried that you were keeping track of the words ready to tell me when I did something impossible -- since this game is going word by word I can't claim that you don't know what the rest of the board looks like!
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, there are other things than the hippos I can kill off :)
Grand
Snow falls on old wood,
Rats seek ways inside the house,
For them: all is grand.
The North wind blows hard,
Grand plans are set aside now.
The rats must be faced.
[Kind of continuing on from the last haikus, just a touch]
Greg: I love your take on his, the complete opposite of how most people would go (yet somehow still remaining true to the prompt).
ReplyDeleteSo I just got back from Edinburgh where my boyfriend proposed. So of course this prompt made me thing of a certain piece of jewelry I can't stop staring at. I apologize in advance for the sappiness.
The center stone shines,
Shimmering in every beam
Of the golden sun.
The turns of metal
Mimic the vines around us.
I love him so much.
Greg - yes, I'm quite certain you'll find something or someone to kill off.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the connections to last week's haiku :)
Ivy - woo! Congratulations :D
And these are a lovely tribute to a very special certain piece of jewelry and the man who is responsible for it being on your finger :)