Wednesday, January 26, 2011

faither's but-an-ben
aw sticks an staves -
fusslin i the wund




father's cottage
in ruins -
whistling in the wind

7 comments:

  1. brings the image of a place unattended for a long time...

    sad and evocative haiku, John,

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. ... and the memory searches.
    Fine one John! _m

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  3. A bitter-sweet haiku, John...

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  4. Reminds me of my dad's boyhood home on Snowdon's southern flank now the cottage is a heap of blue slates overrun with thistles and sheep. Only visitors the wind whistling and the rain forever falling and the crows and jackdaws posting the verbal contributions.

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  5. Sometimes we have great words in Scotland - but-an-ben is one. Great image, John.

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  6. after reading your post for more than a year now i find myself read the Scottish and always trying to sort the english in my head before actually reading the English; Line three was easy for me this time; much love...

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  7. A powerful moment

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