Seashore calling #haibun

Haibun Monday 7-31-23: Moving

good evening frank, good evening all #dversepoetspub has me dreaming of moving to the seaside again with your haibun Monday prompt

The calling #haibun.

The seashore calls. The smell of the salty sea laced with seaweed. The shouting seagulls calling my name. Telling me of a slower more relaxed way of life. I hunger to move closer to the seashore, which strengthens with each passing year, as I get closer and closer to retirement (still over a decade away). But finding a place with the same spoken word scene I have around me at the moment will be difficult. Craving seashore sunsets will probably win over sharing poetry in person (there is always the internet to help me share).

Sand dunes, salty air,
Seaweed, gulls and beach sunsets,
Calling to my heart.

© 31/07/2023 rog leach

strawberry patch

tonight Frank is hosting at #dversepoetspub and he has asked us to write a haibun about memory

https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/22/haibun-monday-5-22-23-memory/

Strawberry patch.

The strawberry patch of my younger years held joy. Those little white flowers low to the ground as it warms up in May. A prelude to bowlfuls of juicy red fruit for topping breakfast cereal. For having smothered in ice cream after school. Memory of the hot, hot summer of 1976.

Before school emptying watering cans around fruit and veg plants. After school Mum throwing empty bowls at me, my siblings and childhood friends, fill these up from the patch. Me on strawberries, siblings on veg and friends on anything ready.

Strawberries picked,

Fingers sticky, bellies full,

Plenty left for jam.

late spring cravings

#seashore, #haibun,

Late spring cravings!

https://dversepoets.com/2023/04/24/haibun-monday-late-spring/

Haibun time at #dversepoetspub. hosted tonight by Linda.

A longing grabs my heart each and every late spring. In late April and early May an insatiable urge to visit the sea shore takes hold. Grabbing me by the throat as the cherry trees blossom and the tulips show their colours. My heart is ladened with its winter blues. Worse this year, than it has been for a decade or more. The wet and grey dragging me down more for each year I still have to use the bicycle. The call to visit the salt sprayed coast getting stronger with each dull wet day. Each time a ray of sunshine breaks through and catches a tulip flower, gets me remembering the summer seashore flowerbeds visited in my youth.

Each breath demands salt,

Heart loaded with memories,

Warm sea breeze caresses.

When time and money allow the craving will be fed. It does not happen each and every spring. This year the craving is back with force. It has been almost eight months since I filled my lungs with the smell of the sea. where will I next eat a meal with a sea view.

Spiced #Haibun

Spiced #dverse.

Fifth November (a traditional English rhyme- 17^th century)

(First verse)

Remember, remember the 5^th of November,

Gunpowder treason and plot,

I see no reason why gunpowder treason,

Should ever be forgot.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

Thanks, Merril for tonight’s spiced prompt at #dversepoetspub.

Bonfire night #Haibun.

The above verse is what came to mind when I read the spiced prompt from #dverse this evening and thought of cinnamon spiced baked apples served with vanilla custard on bonfire night. Here in England, we celebrate the capture of Guy Fawkes on the 5^th November 1605 when he was part of a plot to blow up the parliament of king James the 1st.

cinnamon apple.

Served with vanilla custard,

Piping hot comfort.

We celebrate this with fireworks due to the gunpowder used in the attempt. A stuffed effigy of Guy Fawkes is burnt on a bonfire during the evening as the Guy Fawkes was burnt as part of his punishment. The effigies were once pushed through the streets in prams with the children calling “ a penny for the guy”.

Saffron yellow smoke,

Drift from fireworks into night,

Childhood memories.

shelter #haibun

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/29/haibun-monday-give-me-shelter/

Today at #dversepoetspub mish has invited us to talk about shelter. something we all have the right to. but some of us have the means to earn our shelter removed.

Shelter #haibun.

Have you ever had the choice of eating or a roof over your head? Ever had to try and survive a month with only £10 for food? So, the shelter of a kindly relative offering a hot meal each day was a savour. I soon moved away from that toxic situation of low wages and high rent. I have empathy for those who are not able to do so. The private school boys who now run Britain are paddling this green and pleasant land down the river without a paddle.

Despite life having moved on here in England the fuel companies think they have the right to fleece their customers. Making huge profits while whole families go with out food and warmth. I am really concerned with the English governments attitude to class system. They have not the right to ignore the suffering of millions as they sit in their ivory towers swigging expensive wine.

Physco leaders reap, Fuel prices rise up,

Billionaires drain society, Wealth grabbing fuel suppler,

Families crushed. Killed for wealth.