Creative Writing and unfinished business…
May 16, 2014 § 8 Comments
over Pinot Grigio –
as the pasta burns
Tagged: haiku, poetry, unhappiness
Yes! Perfect in every way! A marriage burning down as the pasta burns — this one has everything all bundled up in a tight little ball of wonder! Brravo, Rachael!
Thanks, Ron. This one has taken a week or two to gel. As they do sometimes 🙂
Nice symbolism, Rachael, and I like the idea of your characters remaining ‘civilised’ whilst everything around them is crumbling.
That’s what I was trying for, Chris. I’ve been fiddling with this one for weeks. And, as ever, thank you 🙂
Searing…and I love the take Chris has. Terrific and trenchant contrast about the civilized “discussion” over the stems of Pinot Grigio as the emotional truth scorches below. Hope all is well with you, my friend! xxo
Ha! Thank you for taking the time to comment so positively. Sometimes the simplest haiku take the longest to get even half right!
All well here. I’m on my own for a couple of days and am enjoying pleasing myself, reading and sleeping 🙂
I agree with Chris as well. I love how you describe such a devastating experience taking place among the mundane of everyday life. Its understated tone makes the poem all the more powerful. Fantastic writing, Rachael!
Thank you. I had a vision of a ‘civilised’ couple pretending that everything was fine as their world crashed about their ears. Very English. Very clipped. Very to the point.
Pleased it worked for you, Miranda.
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