August 23, 2014 § 8 Comments


trembling poppies –

the muttering rumble of the

combine harvester


Image courtesy Angelika Horschlager


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§ 8 Responses to waiting

  • F.G.M. says:

    oh! I feel like those poor poppies living their last minutes… great haiku Rachael!!! and very beautiful photo! have a nice day…

  • kismet says:


  • For me this poem conjured up images of Belgian fields in 1918 awaiting the next rumble of tanks.
    Very evocative, Rachael.

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      Ah yes, Chris – powerful stuff. The images it conjures for you mean it was a success. When I wrote it is I was trying to capture the transience and fragility of both the physical and emotional.
      Thank you for your valued comments, and have a lovely weekend.

  • Miranda Stone says:

    You eloquently weave a sense of the sinister into this poem, Rachael–a heavy feeling of dread. Amazing what 17 syllables can evoke.

    • Rachael Charmley says:

      I’m pleased it worked for you. I once put my ear to the ground in a field that was being combined. I heard a kind of dull rumble, and it was menacing. It must be very frightening to be a small animal caught up in the harvest. I went for a walk today and saw all the corn had been cut, and so are all the poppies…

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