Haiku
The sea appears calm,
wild feeding frenzy below
life and death drama
Tanka
Mother lies calmly
tolerant of the wild squeals
of her hungry young
I admire her expression,
her eyes closed, she gently snores
Haibun
I reach up to the heavy, wrought-iron latch and and pull down slowly. Resting my shoulder against the dark-timbered door it swings slowly inward. I stumble in and almost fall over the rounded footworn edge of the granite threshold. To my left a wooden settle where I flop, water dripping from my sodden clothing. A feeling of calm pervades after the wild rush of the storm raging outside.
polished brown benches,
tall curving, whitewashed columns
give sanctuary
The room was cleared. They had not bothered to replace the boards. Despite all efforts no cause for the mysterious tapping could be found. Some just thought it was mice, others beetles helping the slow process of decay. But I know different, trapped within these walls but with no voice to tell.
