Boots trudge, squelch, labour,
play dare on slopes of chalk-mud,
trip over tree roots.
Love it. I, too am working on my Monday Haiku… very different from yours!
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Must check it out, when I’ve finished with a book submission that’s is too complicated for words. Would much rather be reading your haiku at this minute. Already doing some avoidance of the task in hand, by being on my blog. Self-discipline and focus required.
I so hear ya! I’m a queen at procrastination and avoidance…
Am in a positive mood. Have finished my submission and sent it off, which is a huge achievement as it’s my first in two months, following an almighty slump in self-belief.
I just wish there was an industry standard for submissions. This one required an author biography, along with the first 50 pages plus a synopsis. My motto this week is “Nothing ventured, nothing gained” and who cares if an expression is considered a cliche, if it’s true and wise?
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I agree… when the cliché works, it must be used! Good luck!
Good one, Sarah. Sounds like lots of fun. 😉
It’s fine in my snow boots, but not in my wellies. Women of a maturer variety must watch their bones and not go a-tumbling!
Absolutely so. 🙂
I can imagine this, for sure. Everything’s a mud-ball here right now, as the snow’s been melting away the last 3-4 days.
This winter, we’ve not had any snow that has settled where I live in the south of England. Just a fine dusting at the most. It has just rained rather a lot.
Oooops, hope you didn’t trip up and land in all that mud Sarah!
Not that particular patch, Sherri, but another one, which is why I’ve taken up wearing snowboots rather than wellies in the winter, as they’re brilliant on any slippery surface.
Yes, much better grip 🙂 Hope you were alright though 😦
loving the squelch. It’s very west coast too!!
Yes, it seems we have matching weather most of the time.
I can pretend to be very grown-up and admire the personification of the boots (which indeed I do). Or I can visualise their owner trying to find them – oh those wretched boots off tramping alone again! They’ll be wanting to write a haiku when they come back in.
Ah, they do have a mind of their own, those wretched boots. They also have wicked sense of humour, liking to see humans upended!
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Writes quirky novels, speculative flash fiction, haiku and tanka. Nature lover. Novice photographer. Allotment freak. Mezzo soprano. British eccentric.
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