I don't write traditional haiku as some of you know and a group of nontraditional haiku writers like myself have been writing a lot of nontraditional haiku. Each one of us comes up with something and the next person to post must go off of their haiku. This is the first batch I'll be posting. There's more to come.
Jessica
M
Al
Kat
Contortions of the
same material, she grew
more familiar
with the smell of ink
and how it must bleed sideways
along her forearms. -Jessica
The lines of ink ran
slow and thick in evil, root-
like tendrils that seemed
too black to be made
by a Bic. Lynelle watched, pale.
Terrified, she screamed. -M
Screaming, piercing air.
Ink trailing between fingers.
Downwards she spiraled. -Al
I heard poor Lynelle
fall to the floor prey to the
horrid, spreading ink.
I phoned the nearest
office supplies store, stared at
her, and tried to think. -M
Falling, falling, down
Down, down, tumbling and twirling
Splattering the ground -Kat
My mind unable,
unwillingly faltering-
never thinking right.
Lynelle, ink stained dress,
raven black spots on both palms.
Like a wretched curse. -Al
I rushed to her, but
can’t express my shock! She clutched
me, pulling me close.
“Baby, don’t be so
morose,” she smiled. “We’re live on
W.S.S.” -M
I hope everyone had a brilliantly wonderful Easter!
Al, great selection from the wild and wacky WSS Haiku thread. (Are you going to post the drunken priest in the graveyard series!? LoL. One of the all time funniest/best.)
ReplyDeleteOf course! That one's the best! That'll be coming next week. :]
ReplyDeleteLOL. Nice! I absolutely love that last stanza/haiku by M.
ReplyDelete“Baby, don’t be so
morose,” she smiled. “We’re live on
W.S.S."