December Haiku Share
I wish I had a solstice haiku to share, but I don’t. Anyway, we can’t have a gathering of haiku poets without paying tribute to Basho’s frog. So share a haiku about frogs. Or crickets. Or both. Or mist. (Or the solstice.) Go wild!
he says frogs
I say crickets
The Heron’s Nest XIII:3, September 2011
If you missed the initial post, click here to read about the month long haiku challenge I am holding right here on my blog this December.
2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 8
Today’s prompt was a very cool one, by guest prompter Daniel Ari: “Talk back to a dead poet. Choose a poem you like by a poet who is no longer living and offer a rebuttal.” There was only one way I could go with this:
a frog leaps in
— Matsuo Basho (translated by William Higginson)
after the frog
“Frog” is a spring kigo. For 30 more different translations of Basho’s famous frog poem, check out this page. More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.
I had a real Basho moment today. I was walking the dog by the pond, when suddenly I heard a loud plop. My first thought was that someone had thrown a large rock into the pond, but looking around, I saw that pup and I were alone. Was it a frog? Not wanting puppy to go ballistic, I didn’t dare approach too close in case it was something he wanted to chase. All I saw were trailing ripples, and for the whole time I stood there, nothing emerged.
when I look again