Thursday, January 12, 2012

Westmeath Haiku by Lara Hill

The hawthorn's hands weep
Wood under Westmeath water
How wet the thaw's breath

Mizen to Malin
Rising slowly knots, degrees
Temperatures sure

We live mid-island
But across the emerald
Spring's voice whispers green
at 2:53 PM

4 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 13, 2012 at 6:11 PM

    I loved "How wet the thaw's breath". That's a wonderful image of cold humidity.

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  2. SatuJanuary 16, 2012 at 4:06 AM

    My favourite line, too. :)

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  3. LaraJanuary 16, 2012 at 10:22 AM

    Thanks you guys! I have to admit that I got so caught up counting the syllables in the haiku, I didn't make the trifecta word count on my first submission.

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  4. TrifectaJanuary 17, 2012 at 2:50 AM

    Thanks for contributing to Week 9, Lara. This is Trifecta's first Haiku and it's great that our writers are preppared to mix things up and try out new things. There were some great images painted here. Looking forward to next week's submission.

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