THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 24th July 2025. Lorraine Haig - Guest Poet
- Kala Ramesh
- 1 day ago
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host: Rupa Anand
mentor: Lorraine Haig editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Guest Poet: Lorraine Haig
A Thursday Feature
24th July 2025
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THE HAIBUN GALLERY July 2025: Lorraine Haig
Prompt Week: 4
Fire
Fire can be life-giving or destructive. It represents power, strength and many other things. It is associated with the colour red and the heat of midsummer, but fire touches every season.
As our planet warms, bushfires, or in some cases wildfires are becoming more prolific and widespread with catastrophic results. Fire touches us every day in some form. There are fires to keep us warm, as illumination and for cooking. And let’s not forget the idioms such as – to burn your bridges, add fuel to the fire, to blaze a trail, etc.
desolation . . .
fire crews look towards
a crimson moon
Broken Starfish by Ron C. Moss
Haiku and ink paintings, Published by Walleah Press, 2019.
Your Challenge:
Let’s write about fire.
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Thanks a lot, Lorraine.
Interesting challenge, and yes, we all have stories on Fire!
_kala
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The Haibun Gallery continues as is.
We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing…
#2
Night Forge
I hammer every edge that shimmers. These gloves are so strong that the molten shape I hold simply acquiesces to my touch. Nothing will stop me now I have begun. The darkness needs a counter balance. A brightness for the ships to anchor to their constellations. This ring of fire between our existence.
star goddess
a dreamer’s nib
of breath
Joanna Ashwell
UK
Feedback welcome
Beating Across
In times gone by, glazed, fresh from the kiln, a trio of pottery ducks in flight would grace a person's sitting room wall. Now, from where I sit, I stare at a surface in eggshell blue. Fired up by the sun , egret by egret , wings in porcelain- white soar out a welcome as I adjust to a brand new day.
far away
a quill infused with magic ink
priceless shards
#1 off prompt
The time has gone
. . . to chase the monsters away. I have so many stories never voiced, never even whispered. For half of my lifetime, I was afraid to look under the bed, could never pull the curtains into darkness. I never knew your warm arms, your broad shoulders, that might have consoled the fears of a child outsider, overcome by needles on a unblooming cactus. You were not my king nor my prince, although I would gladly have become your court jester, and rewritten each fairytale so that princesses all became abandoned boy childs valiantly searching for a magical giant with welcoming arms. Without looking back, you walked away to leave me with a…
1st
Pleasure Principle
The sun sets on a day of hard labour. Farmer Haim*, with satisfaction overlooks his fields. Relaxed now, enjoying a guzzle or two.
Out of the corner of his eye, he jumps to his feet, crying out in distress, as he spots tendrils of smoke rising in the distance.
with stealth
pouring oil between corn rows...
the arsonist grins
Dinah Power, Israel
comments welcomed
*Haim is a Hebrew name meaning "Life"
On the Wheel
As she sits by the river, a pair of kingfishers vanish in a flash of aquamarine. Soon she spots one poised on a branch to catch a fish. It dives and rises with flickers of silver fire in its beak. The flickers are mirrored in dragonflies as they skim the water's surface. They draw the flame of creativity up from her depths.
caught in a wing
the sun crosses a threshold
autumn
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note: words in bold italics form the first two lines of a sonnet by the Victorian poet Gerard Manley Hopkins
On the Wheel
AS she sits by the river, a pair of KINGFISHERS vanish in a flash of aquamarine. Soon she spots one poised on a branch to…