Last week on Ruth’s post I was introduced to a new poetry form, the haibun. Partly because of that bit of inspiration, plus a challenge from Marcie in my poetry group, I started playing with this form. A haibun combines prose with a haiku, most often focusing on nature, a landscape, perhaps a journey. The prose part can be thought of as a prose poem, and the haiku as a postscript, or as Aimee Nezhukumatahil calls it, a “meaningful murmur.”
I wrote several during the week, conjuring up landscapes in my mind or thinking about the places around me perhaps a little differently. I was still thinking of last week’s color poems when this one came to mind.
Draft, 2022 Rose Cappelli
Brown rules early spring in the garden. The once vibrant green stalks of the silky dogwood are now a rich mahogany. They stand tall next to the barren branches of the winterberry, long ago picked clean of scarlet berries. But there is hope. Dig under the crispy-khaki leaves of autumn, through coffee-colored peat, and you’ll find shoots as pink as the blush of a baby’s cheek…peonies! And now, in the planter above the umber earth, there are pansies—yellow and purple promises of spring.
pockets of pansies
where water welcomes bluebirds
into the garden
Amy has the poetry roundup this week at The Poem Farm. Head over there for a peek at what she has planned for April, and of course lots more poetry goodness.