(In four haiku)
the sky scraped thin, whiteness showing through. these margarine days noontime, an upright world, shadows trimmed to footfall light’s mighty shears. outstretched fingers so far, the eastern horizon sun’s begonia yawn I wind open the window; between curtains a fridge-blue glow this leak of moon
Written for Miz Quickly’s Dec 13 prompt “Light”
Out of the Cave 
love the imagery, esp ‘light’s mighty shears’ —
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Thanks, John. The prompt spoke to something I think about a lot. Photography, art…. vision… it’s all light. On my walks with Oscar, it’s the light which highlights new things or sets a mood. Light is just amazing stuff.
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That’s the kind of line that really leaves one thinking, Worms. Well, it definitely leave me thinking!
❤
David
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Think on MacDuff! 🙃
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This is very clever use of haiku. Magical imagery, too.
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Thnks, Misky
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So many cool lines and descriptions here
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Thanks, JYP!
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Four light haiku—Brilliant.
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Margarine days, and sky scraped thin, well done Worms, you nailed it ag’in.
Excellent light verse.😂
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LOL Thanks Hobbo
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You are very welcome 😊
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Wow! This is wonderful. The imagery is fantastic. I especially love the fourth haiku.
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Many thanks, Bob! Your words mean a lot.
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so many wonderous images. I love “sun’s begonia yawn”
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Thank you, Debi!! 🙂
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You light up the words like a headlight.
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Many many thanks Ulle!
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