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Monday Morning #Haiku 170 & 171 — Squirrel

Ahead of herself,
grey squirrel in white apron
gathers winter food.

Scatterbrain squirrel
abandons cooked chicken egg
next to her dugout.

#Tanka 34 — In Memoriam

Words in a tangle,
the rose so perfect now gone;
she, whom we cherished.
Her petals drift heavenward
into the hands of angels.

Monday Morning #Haiku 169 — Cake

Smell that fresh-baked cake;
inhale deep. Knife sinks slow,
jam oozes, crumbs tease.

Monday Morning #Haiku 167 & 168 — Grasshoppers

Summer sun burns blue
Grasshoppers take siesta
Too hot to chirrup
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Dog swishes meadow
Grasshoppers activated
Their springs uncoil

Monday Morning #Haiku 166 — Petunias (02)

Good year no snails
Petunia profusion
Stripes dizzy the eye

Monday Morning #Haiku 165 — Hydrangea

Flowerheads gone potty
Flamboyant pink hydrangea
Roots plan mass breakout

Monday Morning #Haiku 164 — July Harvest

Bounty of Summer
Fresh fruit and vegetables
Await chef’s orders

Monday Morning #Haiku 162 & 163 — Scarlet Pimpernels

Scarlet pimpernels
Array of sun worshippers
Petals spread in joy

Scarlet pimpernels
Nondescript weeds on grey days
Petals closed in sulk

#Tanka 33 — Light and Shadow (plus some scintillating “shades of”)

In June meadow land,
she meets her silly shadow
and it makes her laugh.
Winter’s black dog locked in cage;
birds, bees, butterflies abound.

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I dedicate this tanka poem to my shadow, which needs locking up in a cage permanently, if it can’t behave itself.

Last week, I reached the conclusion that I was flogging a dead horse with the juvenile fiction market; I just don’t write the type of novel that appeals to contemporary children or young adults. Okay, full stop and amen to that.

Fast forward to this week, by which time my shadow had convinced me that I should give up novel-writing altogether.

On Monday morning, I went to check the results of the First Three Pages of a Novel Competition in The University of Winchester Writers’ Festival. As I scrolled down the page in search of them, my shadow said, “You’re deluded if you expect to find your name there, considering you’re probably up against brilliant writers, including MA creative writing students.” Then I read this…

Highly Commended: ‘Counting Magpies’ – Sarah Potter

To my utter amazement, I had reached the top six with the opening pages and synopsis of my adult speculative fiction novel. But it gets better, because in the reviewer feedback, amid some wonderfully encouraging comments, it said the magic words

…shades of Margaret Atwood and Naomi Alderman.

Well, those are some “shades” I can deal with; the sun has definitely got his hat on and is coming out to play.

Monday Morning #Haiku 161 — Green (2)

Plethora of greens
Embrace the dryad in you
Breathe that verdancy

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