Haibun – Clay Birds – Day 12.4.2018 NaPoWriMo

Clay Birds

Haibun Clay Birds

I pull back the curtains and open the window nudging aside a stray ornament or two. Already the uncut rose in the garden is offering up swelling rosehips at the very edge of the sill. Newly delivered straw for the garden beds sits in a barrow across the lawn.

beaks wide …

birds on the sill

the scarcity of worms

 

Benita Kape © 12/13.4.2018

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Today’s (optional) prompt picks up from our craft resource. We’ve challenged you to tackle the haibun in past years, but it’s such a fun one, we couldn’t resist again. Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

 

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An extra for line breaks 6/7.2.2018

Bright Day Haibun

 

I rise to let the cat out. She is lethargic and resists. I push her out the door anyway. I don’t want her scratching at my bedroom door in another half an hour or so. She disappears briefly and now that I am ready to throw myself back into the sack, as they say, she is ready to come back in. I say a firm “no”. She understands every word I say but just stands there anyway.

 

As I head back to the bedroom I can hear other late risers gathering on the deck next door. Coughs and goofs commensurate after a late night. I see most of them are wearing dark glasses. They must have been sitting there half an hour or more. Now they head to their cars. The street becomes itself again, quiet, sleepy, urban. The cat has already settled on the bottom step ignoring me. I again test the flick lock.

 

blindfold raised

bedroom door closed

earplugs adjustments

I shut out

the bright day

 

Well, that was what I intended. But I can never resist a peek at the computer. Emails and projects draw me in.

 

cold porridge, first meal of the day

lunching in the sun

sometime after noon

 

Benita H Kape © 7.4.2018

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Three Lives of a Cheese Board – NaPoWriMo, 2017 – day twenty six – item from an archaeological dig. Haibun

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Three Lives of a Cheeseboard

 

The site of this excavation, a humble cottage, late twentieth century. It seems the item handed me is in the shape of a bottle, dark green glass, and I deduct it as having originally contained local wine. Looking at it closely we doubt we will find any possible traces of wine.

Further study is warranted as it is clear this item had gone on to a second, creative use. Under heat, yet retaining the original cylindrical shape has been flattened. What was the upper neck, of the bottle, has been wound around with twine which appears in excellent condition. Though it appears that this item hung on a wall, perhaps as decoration, the outer limits of objet d’art, we believe its true function was as a cheese board, a lovely simple functional cheese board. (There are moments when doing our excavations I just want to tuck a found item into my rucksack.)

The hour to drop our tools for the day grows near. A wine or two before dinner will relax me.

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the moon a tipsy green cheese

found items

held up to the late sun

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Traces of cheese were found in the twine.

Benita H. Kape © 26.4.2017

And now for our (optional) prompt! Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.

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