THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 12th June 2025. Diana Webb - Guest Poet
- Kala Ramesh
- Jun 12
- 2 min read
Updated: Jun 19
host: Rupa Anand
mentor: Lorraine Haig editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh Guest Poet: Diana Webb
A Thursday Feature
12th June 2025
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THE HAIBUN GALLERY June 2025 - Diana Webb
Prompt 2ndweek
PROMPTS for June 2025
Diana Webb
The Universal Child
She clutches a rolled blanket in one hand and clings to her mother with the other. The mother struggles with a bulging bag. Behind them, smoke stains the sky. Just one more day in the life of the universal child. Syria, Sudan and Ukraine . A queue for food, a burned-out car, a plastic tent. In my day, as I am old enough to say, it was the Biafra famine, Vietnam. We never learn, and this year's child is next year's soldier.
soft toy
lies in the gutter
- eyes stare at the sky
Simon Wilson
The Haibun Journal 6:2
Prompt
In the above piece, it is the haiku that transforms a paragraph of prose into a haibun. It transforms what may hover on the boundary of polemic and prose poem into both what is now not only a haibun but undoubtedly a poem, in which for me it is that last line that truly clinches it and gives the writing the potential to transform the views and actions of the reader.
Here is the dedication of a painting by the Victorian artist G F Watts, which depicts an angel weeping over a bird that has been killed:
'To all who love the beautiful and mourn over the senseless and cruel destruction of bird life and beauty.'
Write a haibun using the above as the template for a dedication for a haibun, substituting some of the words with your own and come up with a piece in which the haiku not only transforms a piece of prose to a haibun but also transforms a possible polemic into a poem with the power to transform a reader's attitude by the way it tugs at their heart strings.
******** Diana,
Once again a beautiful prompt and challenge. Looking forward to your month.
Thank you so much.
_kala
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#1
Revised (Thank you Lakshmi)
The Real Culprit
A piece of meat in the sanctum sanctorum of the local temple.
The news spreads like wildfire. Accusations and counter-accusations fly thick and fast.
Riot alert. Imposition of curfew. Investigations underway.
CCTV footage reveals the feline culprit.
total eclipse‑—
out hunting for the villain
inside
Mohua Maulik, India
Original
The Real Culprit
A piece of meat in the sanctum sanctorum of the local temple.
The news spreads like wildfire. Accusations and counter-accusations fly thick and fast.
Riot alert. Imposition of curfew. Investigations underway.
CCTV footage reveals the feline culprit.
total eclipse‑—
out hunting for the villain
sitting inside
Mohua Maulik, India
Feedback appreciated.
Post #1
16.6.25
Light and shadows
We board the plane with trepidation. The crash of a Boeing a few days back has me in jitters.
Was it a bird hit …
A bomb …
An engine failure …
Or a human error …
I tightly clutch the rosary in my pocket , slowly chanting the Hanuman Chalisa.
dandelion clock all my unfulfilled wishes
The plane speeds up on the runway. I shut my eyes tightly. Soon we are in the sky. I open my eyes to see the sun setting into auburn clouds. A spectrum of reds, pinks and oranges transforms the sky into a a giant painting. I smile …it’s not that bad up here after all…. I say…
#1, 16-06
God alone Knows
when, how, where and why death knocks at the door.
board strategy
the checkmate puts
him in a fix
Lakshmi Iyer, India
Feedback welcome
Haibun#1
the book of me
thirty years plus of sitting zazen and i'm here again on my cushion. i follow my breath and sink into that familiar stillness that soaks into every cell. nothing more to search for, in fact there never was, just to be . . .
turning the page
i stub my big toe
on a break-through koan
Ron C. Moss
Tasmania, Australia
Comments Welcomed
#1 self-edit A seesaw tilts in a runoff ditch. frog chorus
rises
after thunder
Sandip Chauhan, USA +++
Gembun
The seesaw floats crooked in the runoff ditch.
frog chorus
rises
after thunder
Sandip Chauhan, USA
feedback welcome