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MlMM’s #Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 31st 2018, raindrops shimmer #Haibun #Trapdoor

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Perspiring raindrops

shimmer in the warm sun’s glow,

soon to form rainbows.

Her trap is set. Grasping the last strand she sits motionless in the dark, cool sand at the bottom of her burrow and waits. She feels a vibration and tensing her legs prepares to grasp  and pierce her prey. The trapdoor springs up and a flood of raindrops rush in soaking  the fur that covers her black, bloated body. A desert flash storm. She leaves the trapdoor open knowing that it will soon dry in the bright sun then she can continue her lonely vigil.

 

 

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Sue Vincent’s wonderful Thursday photo prompt #Writephoto #Haibun

 

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Beautiful bower,

Stained marble stones hide bleached bones.

A place  of sadness.

 

From his raised throne at the head of the hall, the Compte LaReine turned to his master chevalier.

“I’ll see them now, my three guests.”

The heavy oak doors at the end of the hall swung back and three white robed knights were invited into the long, wood-panelled hall. They had surrendered their swords and shields, distinctively marked with the red long-halted cross.

The three approached the dais and bowed low before the Count. Dubois, their spokesman started to introduce himself and his companions but was rudely interrupted by a loud, bellowing voice demanding the reason for their apparent desertion from the Templar order.

Unbeknown to them the Count was dismayed that they had not been willing to divulge the whereabouts of the legendary famed Templar treasure. He knew that the Order had lost favour and wished to curry favour with King Phillip. After secret negotiations he had agreed that the three, accused of heresy, although falsely, would be confined for two days and without trial, put to death as ordered by the King.

“Take them below,” he thundered and roughly, without ceremony, they were lead away. Two days later they were unceremoniously put to death and their bodies taken and placed in a shallow grave in the forest to be forgotten.

So they remained for the next two centuries until the Pope was persuaded to grant a pardon to all the French Templars and throughout the country, the bodies were exhumed where known and re-interred beneath marker stones in the territories where they were once revered for their piety and fighting prowess.

These stones remain a place of pilgrimage, although more often  a destination for treasure hunters and the curious.

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge, No. 72: Breakthrough & Movement, #SynonymsOnly, #Haibun

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Though the talks had stalled both sides of the table were eager to get a resolution. It was a tense situation but with use of common man to man language albeit in foreign tongues, the impasse was broken and there was seen to be leeway on both sides. Thus the deal was reached limiting the production of weapons of mass destruction.

Over polished tables

old enemies scowl and stare

settled with one smile

 

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