Such a hot afternoon but how could we complain! We were surrounded by paintbox coloured blooms. Fragrant lavender and crocosmia bordered the house while nasturtiums rambled onto the patio trying to get in on the act.
This afternoon we were going to attempt the Haibun – not in classic Japanese style but as close as we could manage. There are several ways to write this but the simplest is a piece of prose followed by a haiku. There has to be a link between the two. The haiku is not an extension to the prose but each has to add meaning to the other.
We were each given a mystery word and invited to use something found in the garden to write our haibun. It is an interesting format.
Butterflies and swimming pool
I had seen this girl before. Tanning parlour beauty, too quick to lose her butterfly bikini, given the right incentive. I traced the flight of a Red Admiral across the garden until it settled on a buddleia bloom beside the slapping waters of the swimming pool. Its painted wings pulsed as it probed each virgin flower for nectar. This butterfly moved on.
Vacant stare scanned blue
across the mosaic bottom
her despair no more.
I was lucky enough to draw the word ‘despair’ – not usually a word I associate with the garden unless we’re unlucky enough to suffer a gale or very cold winter.