July 28, 2014 § 17 Comments


silent heron

waits for mist to rise –

statue becomes hunter


Image courtesy Stan Malcolm

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§ 17 Responses to quiescence

  • F.G.M. says:

    Who has already observed a heron will recognize the “hieratic” pose of this beautiful bird in you lines, “silent statue” before hunting… very beautiful descriptive haiku Rachael… thank you 🙂

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      I never tried to find a word to describe their pose before – hieratic does splendidly, Frederic. The first time I saw a heron I was cycling across the marshes here in the mist. It flew straight over my head. Like a mystical kind of mirage. I didn’t quite fall off… 🙂

  • Reblogged this on theworldoutsidethewindow and commented:
    Beautifully crafted writing…

  • Muddletation says:

    This one just grabbed me… I could see it, I could hear the silence… Beautifully captured!

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      Thank you! I’m really enjoying your haiku too. You’re giving me a lot of inspiration. I’m sorry I don’t respond more – but I will 🙂

      • Muddletation says:

        No worries :). Time is a rare commodity for everyone these days, it’s been hard to keep up with all the posts in WP.

  • This is wonderful, I have re-blogged 🙂
    Sent from my BlackBerry smartphone from Virgin Media

  • This is wonderful – simple, pinpoint accuracy, drawn with skill. Congratulations.

  • Miranda Stone says:

    Okay, this is perfect, Rachael! Honestly, I don’t think you could improve on it if you tried for a thousand years. I love how beautifully you capture the stillness of the heron just before it takes flight.

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      Thank you, kind friend for making my heart fly on what’s been a bit of a non day. I’ve heard say that one should fiddle endlessly with a haiku… in my experience they’re the poems that generally turn out rubbish, or at least fail.I have a stack of these now which should never see the light of day. It seems to me to be exactly the same when we edit our stories – fiddle too much and they end up contrived: we’ve killed our precious babies. I suppose there’s a middle way… one with a very light touch perhaps :-/

      • Miranda Stone says:

        Sounds like a great plan to me. I often wonder when I’m sitting down, tinkering endlessly with story revisions, if I’m actually making the opposite of progress. 😛

  • Wonderfully haunting

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      Herons are like beings that live on the margins – in between two worlds, yet not in either. Maybe that’s why I’m always so surprised when I see them in broad daylight 🙂

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