Experiment in Haibun

Image copyrighted. Isadora Gruye Photography.

The stale gray cackle of TV gone off broadcast, and Charlie sound asleep in his armchair. Head down, lolling back and forth like a walnut stupidly free of its shell. 

Me and my slanted hope pace in the kitchen. I walk clumsy in these late hours. I don’t bother turning on a light. Instead stub my toe. Slam my palm on the kitchen table to hold in a yelp. 

Linoleum tiles

curl at the corners, and I

think they are laughing.

For the latest Season Your Poetry prompt over at toads. This is a Haibun which is a prose poem followed by a haiku metaphor companion. 

Millenial AF

You thought it was romantic

to eat raspberries from the bush

in the moonlight. 

You couldn’t see the thorns,

and they shredded your palm warm. 

The taste of iron

greeting you in the night. 

Written in response to the Art Flash / 55 prompt over at Imaginary Toads. The prompt was to be inspired by the below image from David Bulow - https://www.instagram.com/bulow_ink/.  

The image reminded me of the wonderful yet perilous state of contentment.  That is was the starting point for this poem.