http://brassbellhaiku.blogspot.com/
prolonged drought
throwing stones in the pond
without a splash
Chen Xiaoou
imagining
living where once there was
the Permian Sea
Claire Vogel Camargo
monsoon rain
simmering down
the stew of dals
Hifsa Ashraf
either sky or ocean the first blue puzzle piece
Kristen Lindquiet
praying for rain
even when
the basement floods
Meg Nicks is an artist living in the Canadian Rockies. I know her through Art Loves Science–now called Biophilium. We share a profound relationship to wild fires because of the similarities in our environments.
I’ve enjoyed her work for several years, and it seems to have acquired even more depth and feeling.
Title: Turbulent Dissolution
Lost Creek Fire
Red Moons: Shaman’s Jacket from a Season of Fire and Ash
I love this piece–not only about fire but a memorial to a deceased friend.
I’ve posted this in “Climate Change Haiku.” If the work inspires any poetry, do send it to the blog–msagan1035@aol.com
https://jennykendler.com/section/483111-Lounging-Through-the-Flood.html
Editor’s note: I recently completed a two week residency on water, Submerged with Biophylium (formerly Ayatana/Art Loves Science. https://www.artayatana.com/). As always, working with this group is an incredible voyage of discovery. I’ll be sharing some of what I learned about as we move into summer.
Also, Miriam’s Well (that is, me!) will be on the road in upcoming weeks, mostly in the Great Lakes. So expect more water!
However, fire is always with us these days. Just a reminder, the blog is continuing to publish forest fire haiku and climate change haiku, with any approach. I started receiving fire haiku at all hours, and I just post them as they come in, so do send–msagan1035@aol.com
charred limbs
scent of cedar
on skin
left behind
the baby deer’s
singed coat
rush of flight
the wild fires
pushing winds
sleepless fright
will all four
smoke alarms go off
forest fire smoke–
suddenly craving
a cigarette
Wildfire Haiku
~Stella Reed
through a haze of smoke
red sun
casts blue shadows
What to take. What to leave.
On the map villages
glow red yellow green.
stalwart pines on fire
ash
on blackbird’s wing
planes drop pink slurry
mist
of falling prayers
Amidst smoke and ash
baby goats arrive!
Small sparks of joy.
Winds shift. Fires grow.
Womens’ rights also
in flames?
thirsty winds
acrobatic fuel for
ravens and embers
Influences include William Morris, Islamic stylized flowers, and Durer. The red can be read as a warning–particularly of global warming.
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