Category: haiku

∴ bulgogi mandu
river steeped in dark broth swirls—
the moon dips closer ∴

∴ flock—
preening feathers then we fly
wings eclipse ∴

∴ bookstore ambiance
nowthen stories, my ogres
reread, realms reshelved ∴

∴ unwritten pages
flutter in the autumn wind—
new tales tumble free ∴

∴ astuteness drifts off
on a hunch, i chase the clouds—
find the waiting sun ∴

∴ pillers roam the mind
awareness nicked in a blink
as time pens its truths ∴¹

1. Thanks to Medievalists.net for the fascinating article, What Happened to the Corpses on the Medieval Battlefield?, and for reminding me of Sir Lucan’s perspective of the battlefield after Arthur’s death. I drew inspiration from his account but took some creative liberties in transforming his words into my poem.
   
   Pillers and robbers were come into the field, to pill and to rob many a full noble knight of brooches, and beads, of many a good ring, and of many a rich jewel; and who that were not dead all out, there they slew them for their harness and their riches.
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