THE HAIBUN GALLERY: 9th October 2025. Joanna Ashwell - Guest Poet
- Kala Ramesh

- Oct 9
- 3 min read
host: Rupa Anand
editors on haikuKATHA: Shalini Pattabiraman, Vidya Shankar, Firdaus Parvez and Kala Ramesh
Lorraine Haig has stepped down from being a mentor for this forum. Triveni Haikai India and The Haibun Gallery are grateful for her exceptional feedback and responses over the last few years.
Guest Poet: Joanna Ashwell
A Thursday Feature 9th October
INTRODUCTION
Reading is the cornerstone of being a good writer. It is where we learn, get inspired and continue to adapt our own voice. I have many notebooks where I gather ideas. Sometimes a haibun begins with the title or a thought of what I want to say. Other times I find a haiku that seems to fit into the tapestry of a haibun. On a really good day, the haibun just flows fully formed.
I prefer to read slowly, holding a book in my hands. It may not be fashionable but there is something about the way the words settle on the paper and the weight of the pages as I turn them. I also often write pen to paper, type the drafts then edit from there. Although I touch-type and can hammer a poem out on the screen, ink gives me that touch and feel that I crave as I write.
This brings me to the five senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch. A good haibun brings these alive, there may be one prominent sense or a mixture drawing the reader in. For our prompts this month I invite you to use these to inspire your writing.
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Week 2
I invite you this week to consider the sense of hearing and sound. The world around us is full of noise. The relentless sharing of media, notifications, street music, rainfall, the wind, voices, your footsteps… The list is endless. In what way can you introduce a sound into your piece to shape an event or place?
In Matthew’s haibun below he has used both sound and the absence of sound, no words are required between the two.
Ricochet
The marble slips from his jacket pocket. Bounce, bounce, bounces towards me. Rolls to a stop against my booted foot. He halts his playful chase. Looks up. Afraid. No games in the dining hall. A rule he has learned well. But this, I know, is an innocent mishap. I grin. Lift up to his tiny hand the blue orb flecked with gold. He offers in return a tentative tooth. Before a full-mouthed smile.
winter wind
the clack
of an orphan’s crutch
Matthew Caretti
Published in ‘red river book of haibun’ VOL 1
Edited by Steve Hodge & Paresh Tiwari, RED RIVER, 2019
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Thanks, Joanna.
Thanks for this brilliant prompt.
I'm sure our poets will love to explore the 5 senses in haibun.
That will be interesting!
Waiting for this month to unfold!
_kala
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NOTICE
Dear Haibuneers
Starting from March 2025, we at haikuKATHA are moving on to a new submissions format for haibun submissions. (Only for haibun, please note!)
Writers are invited to submit one unpublished haibun per submission window.
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The Haibun Gallery continues as is.
We will be having editors and prompts, and your sharing…

#1
Cat and Mouse Game
I grimace as my tummy rumbles for the nth time. There was silence in the kitchen. Perhaps I should order something. But wouldn’t that make Mom madder?
I hold my breath as her door opens and a switch clicks. The familiar sound of running water, clatter of pots and the snap of a gas lighter. I breathe a sigh of relief and chug down some water. The fridge door thumps and finally the hiss and crackle of tadka*. I sneeze.
still lake
an eagle swoops down
and flies off with its prey
Mohua Maulik, India
Feedback appreciated.
Note: Tadka refers to culinary tempering in Indian cuisine
A very inspiring haibun and prompt. Thank you Joanna.
Beautiful prompt Joanna! Love the showcased haibun.
Haibun 1 - 10/10/25
Edited: With Dianna’s suggestion: many thanks, Diana -
Hammering Coppersmith
Metal ripples the sky. Kutrook-kutrook-kutrook. . . sometimes it seems very close, sometimes far. Close, then far, close, then further away! Grinding to a halt against wet foliage and my sleepy ears.
I get out of the lazy chair and look around over the boundary wall into the trees beyond, hoping to catch sight of him. And sure enough, green wings flapping truk, truk, truk, zip across from the silver oak to an acacia, stopping to sip from a water filled clay pot kept for entertainers like him.
Then, offering a magnanimous salute, crimson forehead bobbing, he kutrooks away.
Kutrook-kutrook-kutrook
afternoon wind
the mixed-up notes
of wind…
Love your prompt, Joanna.