#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

The Visitor

tempting the sparrows
the visitor draws them in
with bells and whistles

twittering about
unaware they’ve entered a
graveyard in the mist

like spearing flowers
bodies lie as they’ve fallen
the attack begins

By Sarah ©2019

Author’s note: On MLMM today, Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to write something “different”, based on the Haiku by Yozakura. I have used most words from the original Haiku to create this triple Haiku, based on today’s Pobble365 Prompt.

#NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 24; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 24th 2019 – Something Different

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

The Skypath

The whispers of rocks echo in clinks and bangs. The stones chitter in reply, “Here she comes“. Blades of grass crackle underfoot. Dying. She doesn’t realise they are screaming, breathing their last, at the mercy of her boots. The hiking stick she leans on groans as it bears her weight, supporting her every step. It laments its cosy place nestled amongst the leaves and silently curses her for taking it so far from home. Its knotted eye imagines a ladder to take her skyward, towards the light she so desperately seeks. The voices of nature warn that it’s just an illusion, but the haze beckons her on.

Seek what light you will.
Heed the signs along the way.
Don’t give dreams away.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 17, 2019; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – Voices of Nature

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah

Four Seasons

Noses are sniffling
Hayfever hits as hard as
The magpies swooping

The searing sun burns
With heat like a thick blanket
I welcome the rain

Golden, amber, red
Leaves cascading like feathers
released from the tree

Steamy breath, cold cheeks
Frost crunches under my feet
Warm fire in the hearth

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 26th 2018 – Chain of Seasons

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


It’s whirling again, my mind. I can’t help it, it just is. “I hear you!” I scream. “All right!” I agree. “Shut up!” I plead. And yet it goes on, and on. I feel it, deeply, the withdrawal…as I sink into the dark recesses of my thoughts. They’re unruly now; untamed, and relishing in the freedom I have allowed them. The more I say “No”, the more they say “Yes, let’s tell her again”. Their truths are untruths. I know it and yet I don’t. I bend to the sounds of the unkind and unfair. Unrelenting and unwieldy these thoughts bear down on me. An incessant chatter when all I want is silence. Oh please let there be silence.

Hush now, time for rest.
When Summer seems far away
Look for the sunshine.

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Pixabay

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 4th 2018 – Silence

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

On The Beach

My flips-flops squelch in the soft sand. Tiny grains, incongruously scratchy, between my toes. I scan the beach, finding a place to settle in with my book. The heavens above me, a perfect hue, blend with the azure of the ocean. Warm, gold sunshine, cleanses away the stresses of the working week and soon, I am lost – deep in the pages of my paperback. A sudden rush of movement, catches my eye. I look up, but am too late to evade that rogue wave!

don’t get too cosy
keep one eye out on the sea
waves like to roam free

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Aknafi

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different and Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille; and also, Time To Write: A book

Synonyms – flip flips (shoe), scan (sweep), heaven (sky), cleanse (wash), evade (duck)

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

No More Sunny Days

Blue skies and marshmallow clouds deceive me into thinking this is just another day. The traitorous sun rose this morning, like it alway does, and warbling birds gather outside my window. All this reminds me I am alone. I reach for the pillow where your head lay, breathing in scents now lost to black. My disconsolate heart, resolves always, to remember you.

Winter’s here to stay.
Fallen leaves all blown away.
No more sunny days.

By Sarah ©2018

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 30th 2018 – sunny day

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Night Falls

Daytime is ending. Autumnal sunset colours the sky. The moon rises to salute the end of the day, but only by half. As the first star shimmers through the dying light, I breathe deeply; inhaling the gathering night. Birds roost, curtains close and golden glows emit from houses. A stillness falls across the neighbourhood, disturbed only by the symphony of crickets. It is a soothing, calming time and I embrace the dark. Relishing the quiet; coaxing it into my mind and body.

my soul manifests
in earth’s resplendent shadow
wondrous creation

By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Andre Ravazzi via Unsplash

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt – Wonder; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, 7th March 2018 – Use That Quote. Quote: “When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.” (Mahatma Gandhi)

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


I lifted my legs; one at a time. They fell to the ground like lead. How much longer could I go on? I had been looking for him for days! Lost and alone in the bush, he was my beacon. My tongue felt like sandpaper and my mouth was so dry, my lips stuck together. If I didn’t find him soon; I was a goner. And then I heard it. “Here boy!” he called. I raced to his side, exhausted but relieved, to be reunited at last.

Exhaustion takes hold
but before it can claim you,
I’ll carry you home.


By Sarah ©2018

Image credit Savs via Unsplash

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, February 28th, 2018 – Reunited; and also, Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 60

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


La was a lazy sun god. Deciding when it would be light and when it would be dark. Frequently sleeping in and causing trouble for demigod Maui and his mother, Hina, who depended upon the sunshine to fish and work.

Hina, busy toiling a special cloth, needed it to be dried completely in the sun. With such short and unpredictable days, Hina was unable to do this. Frustrated and fed up, she complained to her son.

Maui, being mischievous and clever, came up with a plan. He made a long, strong rope and climbed in darkness into the mountains, to the top of Haleakalā, where he lay in wait for the troublesome sun god.

As La finally appeared, dazzling in his glorious light, Maui lassoed the sun and tied him to a nearby tree. Begging to be released, La promised Maui more light every day in exchange for his freedom. Because of Maui and his cunning plan, the Hawaiian islands now receive consistent sunshine every day.

To this day, Haleakalā is wao akua — a sacred place of the gods.

peaks reaching skyward
sacred house of sun rising

By Sarah ©2018

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 17th 2018 – Into The Mountains
Polynesian legend information sourced from: https://www.bikemaui.com/legends-of-haleakala-maui/

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Make It Count

some years disappoint
throwing blow after blow, but
an end is in sight

Resilience is a curious thing, never failing to deliver the message: “In life, there are ups and downs”. With the good comes the bad, for otherwise, how could we tell the difference? As 2017 draws to a close, I am filled with relief. It has been a lesson in bouncing back and never giving up. Next year I pledge 2704 positive hours. That’s 365 days times by 7.5hrs out of the 24, I am given each day. Enough time to make it count.

optimism wins
roll the dice, hope for the best
a new year awaits

Photo by Aldric Rivat

Prompt: Bikurgirl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 51; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, December 27th, 2017 – New Year

Other, Poetry by Sarah

First Robin

Image credit Pinterest

first robin spotted
low lands are facing the dark
as snow falls softly

first robin spotted
upon white, fiery read breast
singing lonely tunes

low lands are facing the dark
no breath of wind stirs
and still air mutes the songbird

as snow falls softly
wooded fingers catch its flakes
robin flies away

By Sarah @2017

Note: For the Troiku you separate the three lines. Every line becomes the first line of the three new haiku. (Line 1 for haiku 1; line 2 for haiku 2; line 3 for haiku 3). It does not follow normal 5/7/5 rules as it cannot!

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 22nd 2017 – Troiku

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Brief Chasms

Our need for exhilaration – a scare; a thrill; is truly, a human curiosity. We relish in leaving the sanctuary of contentment for moments of heart-stopping, adrenalin-fuelled terror. So much so, we even manufacture the rides. A spinning capsule twirling madly on its hinges; the gut-wrenching lurch of a rollercoaster car; even the jaws of a synthetic Jaws, reminds us that we are but one bolt away from death – the truest terror we as humans face. Once we arrive safely back on the shores, we spin the wheel again.

it’s human nature
to explore briefest chasms
between life and death

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 41; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – October 18th, 2017

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


A hole has been burrowed into my core, and I have been scooped out. Damaged and broken, I cannot be whole. Surely, my heart will die, in those briefest moments, between dream and reality, when I become aware I am lost, and that I will never be again. Like smoke curling skyward, I slip through my desperately grasping fingers. I clutch at wisps of me, for this is all I have now.

in murky waters
malevolent fingers tear
unseen misery

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Pixabay

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, coreclutchexpress; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, September 13th 2017 – despair

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah


alone with a glass
drinking pools of dark despair
a lonely battle

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit Pixabay 


a lonely lookout
proffers victorious views
queen of the mountain

By Sarah ©2017

Image credit By Sarah ©

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 6th 2017 – loneliness. Task: Create two haiku on loneliness, one with the “sad” (negative) or the “joyful” (positive) meaning of loneliness.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Everlasting Love

mechanics of time
wound the clocks of good fortune
the summer we met

Though many years have passed, I remember as if it were yesterday; the way you sat shyly, shrinking into the corner at the restaurant. It was a mutual friend’s birthday celebration, yet this was the first time we had crossed paths. I sidled up to you, sensing your discomfort, and tried to put you at ease. Conversation was surprisingly effortless and soon the evening had whittled away. The pink hues of sunrise letting us know it was time to part. We exchanged numbers and eight years later, it is still the best decision I ever made. The shy young man, now, my self-assured husband.

vows long since exchanged
our precious hearts now complete
everlasting love

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 16th 2017 – everlasting love. Task: The challenge for this week is to create a haibun themed “everlasting love” and of course there are a few rules … your haibun can have about 500 words (including the haiku) and your haiku has to follow the classical rules as there are e.g. the use of a seasonword and the 5-7-5 syllables count.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah


Image credit Matteo Pugliese

A hypervigilant state grips me. My brain is a flurry of activity; pre-empting, reacting, solving problems flying at me, and solving ones that aren’t. The pace is unrelenting and I yell, Come at me! But I’m too confident, too arrogant – thinking I can handle it. And soon I feel it. My hands don’t work quick enough. I can’t hold on. My feet seem glued to the pavement. I’m unable to take a step. I’m paralysed and going under. Surrounded by white noise, I fight against it. But I’ve turned against myself and I’m crippled mid-sentence.

emerging; gasping;
traitorous body holds back
sinking in quicksand

By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: Having suffered with anxiety for years, this art work really spoke to me and represented the epitome of a panic attack. I hope I have done justice describing what it feels like to be crippled with these terrible physical symptoms.

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 2nd 2017 – Man In The Wall

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Wishful Thinking

I gaze at the endless white, powdery sand. The coastline stretches for miles and the cerulean blue of the sea looks cool and inviting. A light breeze tussles with grasses in the sand dunes and seagulls try their luck with the families picnicking on the shoreline. The sun is shimmering on the water. I can almost feel my toes wiggling in the shallows, seeking purchase as the gentle waves lap over my ankles, teasing that they may drag me out to sea. I inhale and taste the salt on my tongue. I exhale and give a groan, because it’s all just wishful thinking. I look down at my list – still another 12 rooms to clean before the end of my shift. Sometimes I loathed working at the holiday resort.

a job to be done
not vacation time for some
the unsung hero

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – July 5th, 2017, vacation; and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt, shallow

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Summer Solstice 

fertile religion
honouring the pagan gods
in lengths of sunshine

Cast a circle; consecrate your space; call the quarters. Prepare your wooden pyre and watch it burn. Honour the earth as the Ancients did – surrounded by trees, connecting feet with dirt and raising hands to the wind, as one. It is time for celebrating, for today is Litha; Alban Heruin; Midsummer; known by all your names. Tomorrow, the light will fade into the dark, rich soil, in which life began and will return, when your fire burns out.

the wheel of the year
has turned once more
turning ever on

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefueille, Summer Solstice Haibun, 100 words, and also, Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: circlewheel, soil 

Author’s Note: Acknowledgements to ThoughtCo for their information on How To Hold a Midsummer Night’s Fire Ritual.

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Animal Parade 

Take me to the clouds
Beyond the reach of this land
Spirit me away.

When I first opened my eyes, I saw glittering stars. A black abyss surrounding the diamonds in my mind. But as my cloudy eyes began to focus, I realised I was lying on the grass; a witness to the drifting white cumulus in a pale winter sky. As a young girl, I would often lie this way. Constructing a parade of elephants, dragons, birds and other creatures, slowly morphing from one to the next.  I tried to smile at the memory, but it hurt too much. That last hit had been hard; rattling my teeth and wobbling my brain. I had to leave him.

Take me to the clouds
Beyond the reach of his hands
My spirit now free.

By Sarah ©2017


MLMM Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 24th 2017, Word: clouds

Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: creaturecreate (used synonym ‘constructing’)

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at Haibun (it’s a day of firsts today!). Thanks to Margaret Chula for her Guidelines for Writing Haibun in English. My haibun today follows the Haiku/Prose/Haiku structure and was inspired by Australia’s ongoing battle with violence against women/ family violence. I myself have been a victim and as a teacher, witness daily, the trauma of children living with family violence. We must do better.