lemonade stand
the play of light and shadow
on her masked face
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Chen-ou Liu
Chen-ou Liu lives in Ajax, Ontario, Canada. He is the author of five books, including Following the Moon to the Maple Land (First Prize, 2011 Haiku Pix Chapbook Contest) and A Life in Transition and Translation (Honorable Mention, 2014 Turtle Light Press Biennial Haiku Chapbook Competition), His tanka and haiku have been honored with many awards.
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The carefree days of lemonade stands juxtaposed with the stark reality of Covid 19 – wonderful insightful poem!
lemonade stand
the play of light and shadow
on her masked face
—CHEN-OU LIU
Ah, masked lemonade stands. I've avoided our High Street that has stalls every Friday and Saturday. And it must be strange entering a bank, where it's the bank tellers wearing masks, as well as the customers, and any bank robbers. Who will recognise the bank robbers now?
In the UK lemonade, homemade, and sometimes bought, was the best taste. The other choice was Dandelion and Burdock but as a chemical concoction, yuck! :-)
No one ran lemonade stalls that I know of, except at quaint raffle ticket church fairs perhaps. When I'd be taken to France by my parents, as a youngster, of course we had cold lemonade with Martini Bianco, and not the American 80 proof version! :-)
asphalt summer…
the blues bubbling along
with cool lemonade
Alan Summers
10th Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum English Haiku Contest Selected Haiku Collection 2018, Japan
Ah, 7up lemonade with martini as a youngster, when on holiday with my parents in France, and R. White's Lemonade on its own, but not as The Secret Lemonade drinker. :-)
I didn't drink whisky or whiskey until my early twenties. :-)
peat smoke–
one more angel’s share
of handcrafted whisky
The carefree days of lemonade stands juxtaposed with the stark reality of Covid 19 – wonderful insightful poem!
lemonade stand
the play of light and shadow
on her masked face
—CHEN-OU LIU
Ah, masked lemonade stands. I've avoided our High Street that has stalls every Friday and Saturday. And it must be strange entering a bank, where it's the bank tellers wearing masks, as well as the customers, and any bank robbers. Who will recognise the bank robbers now?
In the UK lemonade, homemade, and sometimes bought, was the best taste. The other choice was Dandelion and Burdock but as a chemical concoction, yuck! :-)
No one ran lemonade stalls that I know of, except at quaint raffle ticket church fairs perhaps. When I'd be taken to France by my parents, as a youngster, of course we had cold lemonade with Martini Bianco, and not the American 80 proof version! :-)
asphalt summer…
the blues bubbling along
with cool lemonade
Alan Summers
10th Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum English Haiku Contest Selected Haiku Collection 2018, Japan
That’s pretty good. All I had was Tang.
Coltrane
the slow sip of whisky
Ah, 7up lemonade with martini as a youngster, when on holiday with my parents in France, and R. White's Lemonade on its own, but not as The Secret Lemonade drinker. :-)
I didn't drink whisky or whiskey until my early twenties. :-)
peat smoke–
one more angel’s share
of handcrafted whisky
Alan Summers
Sippin' haibun, Blithe Spirit Vol. 25 issue 2 (2015)
All we had in Bristol was Trad Jazz, and real pirates!
Thanks for your haiku.
I'm in Istanbul now where every juice stand is pomegranate juice stand, but this haiku seems to capture that as well.
pomegranate juice
the vendor squints
into the sunset
pomegranate juice
the vendor squints
into the sunset
(I hope this isn't a duplicate. I'm having some internet issues.)