Fields of White and Red (Day 514)

transparent trouble blooms

in fields of white and red 

raising tales of dank 

insatiable fear   running in 

dark dashes and dusky 

currents   painting the gutters 

carmine lips motion 

to confront 

but say nothing   knotting 

cords of leaping words 

foreign yet familiar 

temples of justice dangle 

poverty like baskets of candy 

for starving children   stomachs 

full but distended beneath 

wide umbrellas of trouble

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Richard Probst/Flickr

Haiku for Day 378

The vagrant light drifts.

A breeze slips through long grasses.

Stirring, wonder sighs.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

III. He is... (Day 375)

III

beet-faced grunting and 

straining  sweat raining 

onto the woman beneath 

him  who would not deign 

to disguise her disgust but 

for fear of losing her place 

at the foot of his table

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six