Light and dark – what great prompt words from Colleen this week. I’ve always been fascinated by the interplay between light, and darkness.
Here’s my haibun inspired by a paragraph from my current manuscript: The Curse of Time, which I am currently in the process of editing….
The Black Obsidian paint pot called me next, beseeching me to open it. Just like before, it refused to do so. In frustration, I slammed it down hard. The pot exploded with a loud bang like a child’s burst balloon. As I dipped the brush into the paint, a gripping sensation overcame me. I painted in haste with a multitude of dissolving crystal paint flecks staring back at me from the canvas. A dark grey, bluish black, sinister tinge blemished the artwork. Shades of varying hues moved across the painting competing for supremacy in a powerful duality of light and darkness.
Ohhh, that’s a bit dark… but wherever shadows linger there is bound to be light.
I have no idea if this is a haibun or not! LOL… hope it is. My first attempt so if it’s wrong, please do let me know.
Well with a prompt like that from Ron there is just no way that I wouldn’t join in with the Haiku prompt challenge this week. Who could say no? Not me for sure.
Here’s a link to Ron’s blog if you’d like to join his weekly challenge:
I just love Crystals, and they feature in my writing.
Hope and Crystals kind of go hand in hand don’t they?
But perhaps with light there is always a touch of darkness, so with my haiku I am going to focus on the idea of unrequited love.
We all have at some time in our lives experienced differing degrees of unrequited relationships. In my experience I remember one such case when I was very young, it wasn’t love, it was a touch of infatuation. I fancied this young chap, and to be honest I kind of made it pretty obvious that I liked him. We did go out on a date but it was no fun at all, he just dumped me in the middle of the night in Edinburgh not caring how I got home or if I got home. In his eyes I think it was a bit of a prank to play on me, he must have thought I had been chasing him and perhaps he didn’t even fancy me. Anyway it was very upsetting and the memory of it still remains with me to this day. But it did teach me one thing, anyone that behaves in such an uncaring and unpleasant way can’t be worthy of my attention let alone of a relationship with me. So this curly haired young chap did me a favour in a way, his behaviour made me a little more reticent perhaps in chasing after a boy. I never went out with curly haired boys ever again! Instead I chose dark haired guys with straight hair, played it cool, let the boys do the running and the boys seemed to like that! So girls, take a tip from me, keep an aura of mystique and let the guy do the chasing.
Thereafter nobody broke my heart, not that he did, but he dented my pride. I have been lucky in love, and for that I am very blessed, so the haiku at the end of this blog post ends on a positive note.
So with that in mind let’s return back to Ron’s prompt words Crystal and Hope, by introducing you to a photo that I took of a very special crystal grotto, isn’t it spectacular?
I wrote a post way back about this amazing place called Juniper Artland where I photographed this grotto, “The Light That Pours Out Of Me,” by Anya Gallacio, so perhaps if you’ve been following my blog for a long while you will remember it. If not, then here it is, (it’s always worth a multiple visit, so do click on the link):
Juniper Artland is a must see recommendation f you are ever in Scotland, it really is an amazingly inspiring place, here’s some of the other links on my blog in which I feature my response to sculptures at this wonderful Artland (via my photography and poetry) :
So this is my haiku inspired by Anya Gallacio’s magnificent Crystal grotto:
The Grotto of Unrequited Love
His promise ring sits,
Crystal bright on my finger,
Mockery of hope.
In tearful pieces,
Hope’s sweet embrace lost in stone,
Cruel, a clear cut edge.
Pain’s ocean rages,
Knife to fortune’s longing heart,
Hope’s pathway crumbles.
Crystal deep ridges,
Bury far inside my soul,
Lips lock hope’s tomfoolery,
Final kiss goodbye.
Fool I, to want you,
Curly haired lover,
Hope’s cheeky prankster .
Darkness fills my soul, echoes,
Past sorrows return.
Now, forgotten, forgiven,
Replaced by love’s light.
In Crystal Grotto,
Forever, hope, sparkles bright,
Love finds its sweet way.
© Marjorie Mallon 2016 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.
Do comment and let me know what you thought of my haikus, and of course the amazing Juniper Artland.
Today I’m off work, so I’m doing a bit of blogging this morning, then off to Tai Chi, later in the day I have lots of chores to catch up on, sigh, if only I could do them like this!
Bye for now,
Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx