Creative Writing and unfinished business…
August 23, 2014 § 8 Comments
trembling poppies –
the muttering rumble of the
Image courtesy Angelika Horschlager
Tagged: combine harvester, death, haiku, nature, poetry, poppies
oh! I feel like those poor poppies living their last minutes… great haiku Rachael!!! and very beautiful photo! have a nice day…
Have a lovely weekend, Frederic and thank you! I’m looking forward to a walk by the sea… 🙂
Thank you. You’ve made my day brighter. x
For me this poem conjured up images of Belgian fields in 1918 awaiting the next rumble of tanks.
Very evocative, Rachael.
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.
You eloquently weave a sense of the sinister into this poem, Rachael–a heavy feeling of dread. Amazing what 17 syllables can evoke.
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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