miercuri, 18 octombrie 2023

LOTHLORIEN POETRY JOURNAL VOLUME 26

 Honeycomb – Flash Fiction/Haibun

                              



I knock on our house door, but it's not my mother who opens. Seeing my doubt in front of the door, the wind smacks it against the wall. Something that looks like a being, a steamy silhouette wearing a long flowery printed dress swirls around, engulfs me, while its imprints fly all over the room. What a fresh, plum blossom scent! Suddenly, the wind calms down, the clouds wash out, and the ghost is gone, but all these white petals left on the floor are a sign that I'm not the only one coming home now and then... 


honeycomb – 

a butterfly alights 

on the sweet knife




Five Photo Poems – (words only)    


air raid - 

hot bread breeze

from across the border 


mother’s ground - 

the wind wears 

a crown of chrysanthemums

hay bed - 

La vie en rose 

on the radio 


shed snake skin 

on the path - 

face lifting day 


WWW blocked - 

I walk along the path 

of other creatures


Lavana Kray


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