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THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 5th September 2024. Harriot West, featured poet

hosts: Kala Ramesh & Firdaus Parvez

A Thursday Feature. 5th September


This month we'll be showcasing haibun written by Harriot West


Here is our first offering from Harriot West’s vast repertoire.


Picking Sunflowers for Van Gogh


It’s not an easy task. For all his impasto and rough ways with the brush, he’s extraordinarily fussy about his flowers. And he hates it when they droop. Sometimes I see him gently cup a sagging bloom. So tenderly it’s easy to imagine him helping an old woman lug her panier up a rickety flight of stairs. I like him then. Despite how demanding he is to work for. Never a word of thanks. My hands stained with pollen, to say nothing of dust rags that look as though they’ve been steeped in saffron.


It’s a pity he isn’t fonder of roses. Except for those thorns. Lavender perhaps? I’d fancy that. Brushing my fingertips along the stalks, carrying their scent throughout the day, dreaming about a wild man with ginger hair and reckless ways.


        heat wave

        the honey bee’s

        restless thrum


Harriot West

KYSO Flash Issue 6: Fall 2016

Ekphrastic Haibun Story: 146 words


Some interesting information from Harriot:

The best way for me to write an Ekphrastic haibun is simply to let my imagination run wild. Years ago I lived in a walk-up flat in Paris so I am familiar with rickety flights of stairs and the inconvenience of lugging groceries up to the top floor. I love sunflowers but not as cut flowers. The blossoms invariably droop by the second day and I am constantly wiping up pollen. Somehow those experiences came together and I wrote this piece.


As a side note and cautionary tale, I was absolutely thrilled when the haibun was selected for Best Small Fictions 2017. I’d bought a copy of an older volume and carried it about with me obsessively for weeks. When the notice of my acceptance came, I almost deleted the email, thinking it was simply an ad to buy the upcoming volume. Moral of the story: read your email!



Do you want to know more about the author?

Harriot West lives in Eugene, Oregon. She is a three-time winner of the Modern Haiku award for best haibun as well as a recipient of the Museum of Haiku Literature Award. Her first book, Into the Light (Mountains and Rivers Press, 2014), a collection of haibun and haiku, tied for first place in the 2015 Haiku Society of America’s Mildred Kanterman Book Awards. Her second book, Shades of Absence, a collection of haibun and tanka prose, was published in 2018 by Red Moon Press.


Her second book, Shades of Absence, a collection of haibun and tanka prose, was published in 2018 by Red Moon Press and received a Touchstone Distinguished Book Award.


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What strikes you about Harriot’s work? What do you like how the prose leaps from the title and then again forms a bridge between the title and the haiku? How does the author pick a thread or an idea from an artist’s masterpiece and then bring the conversation back to herself?


Can we invite you to write a haibun from a piece of art that you love or have drawn yourself?


Haibun outside this prompt is welcome too.


Important: Since we're swamped with submissions, and our editors are only human, mistakes can happen. Please, please, remember to put your name, followed by your country, below each poem, even after revisions. It helps our editors; they won't have to type it in, saving them from potential typos. Thanks a ton!


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PLEASE NOTE:

1. Only two haibun per poet per prompt. Please put your name and country of residence under your poem, it makes the editors' work easier. Thanks.

2. Share your best-polished pieces.

3. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written.

Let it simmer for a while.

4. When poets give suggestions and if you agree to them - post your final edited version on top of your original version.

5. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.


We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished haibun (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly journal.

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mona bedi
mona bedi
11 сент.

Post #2

11.9.24


The perfect view


I run across the lush meadow. Faster…faster… my mind tells me. I want to get away from the chaos.


day moon —

across the valley

a warbler’s song


Faraway three horses race ahead with full steam. They are strong and broad shouldered. Masculine and feral, they are a treat to behold. I envy the freedom they have. Wild, carefree, self absorbed, they move ahead without a care in the world.


wind in the hair —

what i remember of

the forest


Feedback appreciated:)

Mona bedi

India


Author’s note : Inspired by ‘Three horses ‘ by M.F. Husain.

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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
12 сент.
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I love how your imagery pulls us along Mona, so rich and beautifully written.

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C.X. Turner
C.X. Turner
10 сент.

10/9/24 #1


Celebrating The Birthday*

 

at the road’s end

a final blackberry ripens

dark and alone

 

The air outside is thick with the scent of a recent heavy rain shower, though not a drop has fallen all day. Inside the drawing room, the gas lamps flicker, casting long shadows on the wallpaper with its delicate patterns of roses and vines. The clock on the mantelpiece chimes the hour. Six chimes, each one heavy with the weight of what this day had once meant, and now, has come to mean.

 

threads of gold

binding us together

misted moon

 

I sit in the high-backed chair, the same chair my sister once occupied each birthday, for as long as…


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C.X. Turner
C.X. Turner
13 сент.
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Thank you so much, Joanna. I've a background in history so enjoyed bringing in Victorian words.

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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
10 сент.

#2


A Dance of Sky

 

My back pressed to the earth I gaze at the night sky.  Breath threaded with a cool dance of liquid light.  Stars pressed into everywhere in my expanse of darkness.  I wonder how window glass might change this perspective, even bars, or if rising to stand…  I choose to lie, sky surfing amongst this universal dance of luminosity.  

 

toes curled

in a ridge of tide

dream clams

 

Is this sunrise or am I really lost in broken walls of earth?  My paints are congealed on another canvas.  My hand has no grip for a brush anymore.  Can I trust what my eyes see as these stars swirl in a magma of their…

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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
11 сент.
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Thank you so much Mona.

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Kala Ramesh
Kala Ramesh
09 сент.

ANNOUNCEMENT! 


September 22nd, 2024 - our ISSUE # 35 will go LIVE!

The poets' list is up!

Check: https://www.trivenihaikai.in/post/celebration

😍

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10.9.24

Edited- Thanks to Lorraine


Chain Reaction


  We enter the Airbnb, lugging our heavy suitcases. The first thing that catches my attention

is a vase on a chest of drawers. Small petalled flowers, maybe pansies, spill over

eagerly. Looking closer, I could see that they were cut out of fabric; purple, mauve and pink. A

golden cob of corn springs up from the vase, tall and stately. The vase itself is covered with a

snug, knitted wrap. And right there across the room is a bright wall hanging in pastels and crayons, a splitting image of the vase. I wonder which comes first, the warmth or the colour.


a stack

of scented candles...

empty house


Feedback welcome


9.9.24

#1


Chain…


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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
10 сент.
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I agree with Lorraine Geetha. I love your prose, so rich in imagery.

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