the brittle call
of a skylark –
still no rain
Published by
Vincent O'Connor
Vincent O'Connor is originally from Kilfinane, Co. Limerick, Ireland. Having lived and worked in Spain and Japan, he now lives in Cork with his wife, two kids, two home stay students and two cats. He is a dog person. He is a member of the Irish Haiku Society and his poems have recently appeared in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Penny Dreadful, The Lake, Right Hand Pointing, Vending Machine Press, A Hundred Gourds, Bones, and Acorn. Vincent tweets @ vincentoconnor_
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Really appreciate the word "brittle."
seed parachutes
onto unwatered ground—
a fruitless journey
Your haiku, Vincent, generated another look within that hopeful sky _m
the hawk soars
below this skyborn gate
a rain cloud
The word 'brittle' is an excellent choice to echo the dry season or drought, a really lovely haiku.
black cockatoos
coming down from the hills
unseasonal rain
Oh, yes – brittle is an inspired word here.
marion
Hi,
Thank you all for your very kind words.
It was a huge honour for me to be included in Tinywords.
Vincent.