#Haiku Happenings #3: Jane Dougherty’s latest erasure #haibun!
A haibun for the OctPoWriMo prompt, followed by its erasure.
I stand in the meadow feet in the sun, damp grass and dormant spring flowers, and I listen. Sun on face, listening to birdsong, the quick furtive rustle in the dry brown leaves of the hornbeams in the hedge, I stand. All this furtive fluttering, tender singing is me, and each brutal lash leaves a raw welt on my skin.
something dies in silence
feather drifts earthwards.
rustle in the hedge
this is me
a raw silence
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