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Diamond Moon

She finger paints in cobalt on feathered cloudbursts, tender cupid’s bow brushing rose-hued kisses across charcoal skies. She places tiny diamonds in her crimson hair, and after pinkie swears and bedside prayers, trills their brilliance into the cosmic winds.

 

Beneath the full moon

Slumber creates dappled fire

Atop crop circles

 

Selena Howard ©2011

Haibun Dedicated to my  Grandmother who taught me to dream the improbable

2 Comments leave one →
  1. February 17, 2012 10:37 pm

    Too few people who write haiku or haibun can actually get the spirit of them right. I cannot write a poem this short for the life of me, but this gets to the spirit, echoing wonderfully back to your grandfather.

  2. February 18, 2012 12:19 am

    Thank you Thomas. I started doing this style as an exercise to force myself to be very selective about word choice. it has actually enhanced my writing

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