...fresh pages - dry ice -
frostbitten fingers grip pen
warming to my task
deep in hot ink pot
the shy leviathon thought
I seek with the quill
black lines score cold white
as letters singe the paper
hissing steaming words
hook-shaped sentences
sharp-barb each paragraph shaft
harpooned at the beast
'til, shallow the pot,
unhidden inhabitant
yields to steely nib
more paper! more ink!
another fell bohemoth!
the chase re-begins...
Sometimes it takes a good deal of writing to catch a thought.
I sat down to compose one haiku, and here I am with a series of six!
I like to think, though, that each can stand alone.
Thanks Ronovan, for the prompt words 'singe' and 'deep'.
So nicely done, the six work well with each other.
ReplyDeleteVery good! Love it.
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