I fell for her as soon as I saw her.It was as if she had been waiting for me, for this one particular moment, for when our worlds would collide. My heart was thumping, my breath caught in my throat. What should I do? How should I approach her? Was I good enough? Dammit, did I even deserve her, me? Was I just kidding myself, selling myself a line, convincing myself that I could live up to her demands?
one – the skirt of my wildest
dreams. Be mine, won’t you?
It’s Haibun Monday over on dVerse where we are invited to wax lyrical in romantic form. Yes, this is tongue in cheek, but I am a real sucker for the clothing over at Get Cutie – a Brighton-based shop and online retailer which makes clothes using the most gorgeous and eye-catching prints. Sometimes I do feel a little like I’m not quite good enough for their clothes to be honest, although I do own Poppy and a lovely wrap dress!
If you’re looking for true romance, well, hopefully the other poetic contributions can slake you thirst – writing romance really isn’t my forte!
Sitting in a hospital, watching and waiting for my father to die, that was my memory of three years ago. I remember the bizarre juxtaposition of the glorious, scorching summer outside, and sitting in the shadow of partially-drawn curtains, as if the room was already preparing us for mourning, for the stopping of all the clocks. A butterfly danced in the breeze of the oscillating fan, fluttering above our heads as if attempting to lighten the atmosphere, enticing us outside with the glories of Nature dusted brilliantly on its wings. It didn’t seem right that the heady perfume of honeysuckle should still waft in through the half open window whilst life was disappearing in front of our eyes. But on the other hand…
sunlight and fragrance
haunt our days with rich hints of
renewal – the end.
dVerse is back to its normal post-anniversary-celebration schedule, with Haibun Monday! This week, our lovely host Toni has asked us to write on the theme of summer, heat, keeping cool and our memories of the challenges of the dog days.
As you can see from above, my dad died in the summer three years ago, and it was the oddest experience, something so sad and challenging happening in such a heatwave. It didn’t seem quite right.
Please do hop on over to dVerse and see how others have interpreted the challenge – no haibun will be the same as any other!
Oh, and by the way, the name of this pieces is inspired by the opening words of the Jewish prayer, the Mourner’s Kaddish – the words mean ‘glorified and sanctified’.
I need windscreen wipers for my glasses and a windproof umbrella. My coat needs sleeves with elasticated cuffs to shield my wrists from the chill deluge. I need shoes that don’t let the water in, that are impervious to the puddles. I need to love the rain. I relax into the squall, lift my eyes to the skies, admire the lowering clouds, see them pregnant and heavy with fat, luscious raindrops, relax my shoulders and smile. My fellow commuters, marching head-down across London Bridge might think me mad if they took a moment to look up from their intense march towards the office, the coffee shop, the cafe, the next bus stop. But if they did take that moment to look around them, perhaps that might mean they were rejoicing in Nature in all her English summer unpredictability too?
Lifting my eyes
to the clouds over sky-line
I become raindrops.
This is my first attempt at dVerse Haibun Monday – and how apt! This evening the sky was cloudless as I left London, and it was beautifully warm. This morning – well, it felt like Autumn, with wind, intense rain and to top it all – yep, it was Monday. The haibun does indeed reflect what happened – I realised I was making myself tense and a little bit more than a little bit fed up with fighting the elements, so decided to go with the flow. And believe me, there was a great deal of water swirling in the air and on the pavements!
Thank you to Toni for hosting! I hope my offering is what she is looking for. I’m no expert at haibun, am a little ‘light’ on what a ‘proper’ haibun is like, but I think I’ve gone some way to achieving what has been asked for!
Yokoburi is Japanese for ‘driving rain’. Who knew there were so many words for different types of rain, as Toni kindly shares with us?
Why not join in, or if you don’t feel up to it, at least pop on over and read what others have offered up?