THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 7th August 2025. Padma Priya - Guest Poet
- Kala Ramesh

- Aug 7, 2025
- 3 min read
Updated: Aug 8, 2025
host: Rupa Anand
mentor: Lorraine Haig editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Guest Poet: Padma Priya
A Thursday Feature
7th August 2025 -
THE HAIBUN GALLERY August 2025 Padma Priya
1st week:
Journeys
Waiting for my school bus under the old raintree, Selvi is oblivious to my sticking its pink blossoms into her hair. Narrating the plot of the latest Tamizh movie she watched, complete with dialogues and the opening lines of its songs is her idea of keeping me entertained.
becoming rainbows
As she waves to me I grin at the thought of how our housemaid would pluck the brush-like flowers sticking out of her daughter's well oiled, braided jet-black hair.
one by one by one
Back home, Amma chides me for my prank and insists I apologise. Halfway to their hut, I am met by a bounding Selvi waiting to run off to the park with me.
mountain streams
Anju Kishore
haikuKATHA, Issue 23, September 2023
Prompt
I started writing haibun recently, and a few of them were featured in haikuKATHA. When I was asked to co-edit the page for this month, I began reading haibun by various poets, along with articles on the form. The journey of exploring, understanding, and enjoying the diverse formats, techniques, and literary devices employed by different authors was an invigorating experience for me.
What I liked about the haibun by Anju Kishore was the way she used monoku in the haibun. The format looks fresh and crisp. The format becomes more interesting when we notice that a haiku is split into three monoku and quilted into the haibun. This format, known as braided haibun, brings a new lustre to the work.
The theme in the haibun is riveting. The simplicity of language shines as it focuses on the friendship between two children — their innocence and purity. They are fine with the prank—one takes it easily, while the other apologises for playing the prank with equal ease. A simple and beautiful interaction between children.
It made me wonder when and where that innocence is shed by people, and when ego takes root, playing bitter games in relationships.
Prompt:
1: Think of anything that fills your hearts with warmth and write about it. Cherished memories—friendship either at school, college, workplace, book clubs; or neighbours, family, people you met while travelling etc.
Prompt 2: Write a haibun with a minimum of three monoku interspersed in it, if possible a braided haibun. Check out the following link to know more about braided haibun.
https://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/cho-18-2-table-of-contents/plaiting-poem-prose-by-rich-youmans/
I eagerly anticipate your haibun.
Haibun outside the prompt is welcome too.
Thank you.
Padma Priya
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Thank you a lot Padma, for providing us with prompts for August 2025
_kala
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NOTICE
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The Haibun Gallery continues as is.
We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing…

#1, 13/08, revised
Just the Night
As usual, another goodbye to mother whose loneliness I just can't measure! She's been staying all alone at her hometown for eleven years. The memory of father is fresh like the lingering frankenstein incense.
sandhya deepam the crows' caw a bit too long
The Kanyakumari-Pune Express arrives on time. It is just 6.30 pm and enough light outside, but, pitch dark near my seat as I find a family of four boarded prior to my station. I put on the light. The teenage boy asks me if I could put it off. The father intervenes and smiles back at me. My conversation begins with a hello and continues for almost two hours.
sliced salad…
#2 Revised: thank you, Lorraine! Running Stitch
Tucked away in a quiet wing of the university, morning light pools along the grain of our desks. We open our notebooks and, on comparing a few lines notice our handwriting is almost identical—even in the tilt of the loops. From then on, our margins often run together.
the first star appears between the river’s two arms
A burst of amaltas turns the university grounds gold. Small suns roll across the walkways. Years pass beneath those blossoms—monsoon months and festival breaks, the shimmer of midday on long wooden desks where we lean over the same pages.
the scent of rain moving ahead of the clouds
The years thread us from classroom desks to the staffroom…
Post #1
11.8.25
A Novel Encounter
breathing in
It’s my umpteenth visit to the toy shop. There is a certain Barbie my granddaughter wants. To me all of them look the same except for the skin and hair colour and their attire.
my childhood
Ambling along the colourful aisles I wander to the stuffie section. I have always had a liking for these cuddly balls of fur. Just then I spot a small stuffed puppy. With its black ears and white fur it has an uncanny resemblance to my first dog .
I immediately buy it and happily take home a new friend.
spring rain
Mona Bedi
India
Feedback appreciated:)
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The list of poems selected for the August Issue 46 is up! Thanks to every editor, guest editor and poet.
Interesting prompt. Loved the showcased haibun.