heron’s haunts

crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key
in surreal dream left condemned
on river surrounded by marshland
of carolina’s backwaters…look away
like empty windows that stare coldly
as lonely boat cradles dead body in
hull…cut memory loose, let it drift
through mind’s dark tunnel beyond
plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation


Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.

departure’s aura

 

smoldering fireplace
the sweet perfume of burned herbsimages
loneliness grabs my throat

© Chèvrefeuille

 

my loved one’s scent lingers here
embers of family ties

© lynn__

 

 


Tan Renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai