Today began with horrid fog so I was happy that the sun came out in time for my lunchtime walk. I decided to go out of the back gate from work, and across the road to where a childrens play area leads to a very peaceful area of houses. I rarely see a soul there, but there are lovely avenues of trees and a couple of very big, old ones that have been kept thank goodness. This time I noticed a gap between two houses that I’d never seen before, so I crossed and went through. It led to a curved footpath with trees either side, so I walked the hundred metres or so until it opened up to a grassy area with more houses across the other side. Then I remembered Chittle Chattle’s hundred steps walks, I haven’t done one for a while, so I turned back the way I came and counted my hundred. This is what my phone and I saw.
Do you have a lunchtime stroll? If you do then next time take your phone out, snap and count as you do, you’ll be surprised what you notice.
My first haiku since my five days of the DP Challenge Haiku Catchoo last week.
A tranquil inlet
harbours Tchaikovsky’s angels
And as I’m a lazy poet on Thursdays – and every other day, it’s two in one!
Shelter in its shade
ancient and mysterious
Dark pinnated fronds
pride of Devon’s gardeners
make yourselves at home.
This is day four of the Daily Post’s challenge but there’s still time,
Day two of the Daily Post’s Haiku challenge from Krista, here is Tuesday’s entry.
Golden leaves glowing
Japanese Katsura tree
shines in autumn light
One of the joys of the autumn is to find fragrance in a garden. I’ve known this wonderful tree for a long time, but it still catches me by surprise, and I smell it before I remember and find it.
It has dainty leaves that are a very pretty shape, and fresh shade of green in spring and summer, but then once they start to fall the divine aroma bursts out. It’s a Katsura tree, Cercidiphyllum Japonica, commonly known as a toffee apple tree. And that’s exactly what it smells like, especially if you walk on the leaves or crush them in your hands. Heavenly!
There will be another Katsura photo tomorrow for my Daily Post haiku challenge, but meanwhile this is my Ailsa’s Travel Theme, http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/11/22/travel-theme-fragrant/
Krista over at The Daily Post says,
‘Your challenge, should you choose to accept it
In the words of Ray Bradbury, “Just write every day of your life…”. Your mission is to write five haikus — one for each of the five days leading up to this Friday when we will choose some entries and feature them on Freshly Pressed.
Of course, you can modify this challenge to suit your needs — you can write two haikus one day and three the next, or five all in one day, or one haiku every day from today through Friday — the choice is entirely up to you. If haikus don’t inspire you, you’re welcome to write a paragraph of prose instead. As always, the challenges are meant to be malleable so that they suit your needs.
While traditional haikus tend to focus on things found in nature — anything goes for this haiku challenge. You can write haikus about your dog, your house, your cat, your great aunt Tilly — anything that captures your muse. The object is to try a new form and put some variety into your writing projects.’
I really like this challenge. As some of you know I regularly write a Lazy Poets Haiku, Tanka or poem on Thursdays and I always use one of my own photos as inspiration. I really am a lazy poet, an undisciplined dabbler, so the Japanese short forms really appeal to me. From now until Friday I will attempt to match a haiku to a photo, here is day one.
Tutu’d white ladies
will you dance in the forest
glowing pas de deux
To join in or read some more polished work, http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
Flaming acer leaves
now that summer is over
last bright offering
season sends you tumbling
trickling over the fall
This week Celestine Nudanu has joined me and has created a wonderful tanka based on my photo, visit her and have a look. http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/a-tanka-autumn/ Join in too if you feel like it!
When I was a girl one of the most exciting things at this time of year was collecting conkers! My route home from school was through a park with big, old, Horse Chestnut trees, and the big boys always got the first go. They would throw sticks high up into the branches, in the hope of knocking down some of the prickly cases. Boys being boys they were often just too impatient, and instead of waiting until they were ripe, succeeded in felling pale soft conkers that would’nt do the job. I would wait around until they were bored, and hunt in the rustling leaves until a found my shiny brown treasure.
Do you remember the game? If you grew up in England before the 1980′s you probably do. Conkers were more effective if you kept them to harden a little. Then you would make a hole with a meat skewer – do they still exist? Shove a piece of string through, knot it and then fight!
It’s the fighting that eventually called a halt to the free fun that had gone on for centuries. Apparently, when you aimed your conker weapon at your friends, there was a high chance you would do some serious damage, eyes would be knocked from their sockets, someone might choke, and there would be severe bruises causing agony all over your body. So health and safety required that conkers be banned from schools, and a whole generation has grown up barely noticing the September bounty.
Conkers were never really a weapon for me, I couldn’t hit my opponents to save my life, I was much more likely to hit myself. Strange though, I have no memory of any pain from those injuries, just lots of giggles and fun. Fact is I just loved the feel of them, their polished shine and rubbing my thumb over the pale bit. I still do and had to stop myself from bundling dozens into my pockets today. Let me know if lost an eye or bear the scars.