It wasn’t ornate, just an ordinary kitchen with no more than the necessary appliances that circled the perimeter of the room. I remember the old red stool, now it would cost more than I can afford. There was a cut-out wooden doghouse hung on the wall near the door. One of us was always in it. Each hound had our name on it. There was a door leading to the side yard on one side and a doorway to the dining room on the other side. The floor was white linoleum. Painted walls, non-descript, as I don’t remember the color.
My fragrance of memory stirs up an aroma of home baked bread, along with other pastries, mingled with fresh spaghetti sauce simmering on The stove. The side door was always open letting the warm August air in along with the smells of chickens from the back yard. There was no air-conditioning. How did a family of seven fit in that small space? But I don’t remember complaining. Now I often long to be all together again.
Somehow fragrance and aroma grace the memories of pain. Mother’s yeast rose to nourish her own, perhaps in an unconscious effort to mask father’s fermented yeast rising within to unwittingly destroy. Bread and wine do not always mix. She won. Her yeast and the chickens bring happier stories.
Higher goes the sun
We sweat and thirst for water
Earth turns…and then we are cold
Haibun Monday at dVerse. A real traditional haibun. Remember a room in the first house you lived in. Bring the reader in.
The haiku must
It must be nature based
It must be three lines (5-7-5 syllables OR short-long-short)
It must have a direct or subtle relationship to the prose paragraphs; enrich the prose without condensing the prose.
It must include a KIGO (word or phrase associated with a particular season). See suggestions below in section on the SAIJIKI.
Trickiest for me – although only 3 lines, a haiku must have two parts including a shift, an added insight. Japanese poets include a KIREJI (cutting word). BUT there’s no linguistic equivalent in the English language therefore punctuation creates the cut: a dash, comma, an ellipsis, an exclamation point.Sometimes it’s simply felt in the pacing or reading.