I've been visiting my parents, and this morning my father described to me a scene he'd viewed from the window. Given my mother's stroke it seemed very poignant, with imagery of decrease, lost partnership and isolation. We both fell silent - there seemed no more to say - but this haiku came out of it:
Morning. Moon waning.
Two gulls together fly high
Alone in their world.
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Sarah - brilliant that you've set up your own blog I look forwards to reading it
ReplyDeleteGreat to meet up again last week
J