August: haibun for dVerse

August begins and ends with a public holiday. It’s a month of dreams and disappointments.

August smells of hot fat and seaweed. It tastes of vanilla, woodsmoke and cheese sandwiches. August drips ice-cream, sits in traffic jams, laughs loudly. August plays the neon muzak in the amusement arcade, clamours like gulls, patters rain on the caravan roof. August is a pint of cider, a can of lager, a glass of pink fizz. August is Pac-a-macs and crushed crisps and village fetes and bunting and sandcastles and sun-hats and fleecies and the first blackberry and a sudden, mad dash into the sea.

grains of sand
waves roll endlessly
harvest gathered

For dVerse

21 thoughts on “August: haibun for dVerse

  1. List poetry is golden from my perspective. I adored this piece. I liked “August smells of hot fat and seaweed” & almost every other line. Reading it thrice, I feel it needs to be read aloud. Your final line is killer as well.

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  2. How different our views of August! Patter of rain and ice cream are about the only thing we share!! I loved seeing it from your point of view.

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  3. This is wonderful! August is all of these things, so wonderfully captured I feel I experienced them, limited in mobility though I am. Smiles. Glorious!

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  4. You captured August here. I really like your word choice.
    August smells of hot fat and seaweed. August drips ice-cream, sits in traffic jams, laughs loudly.
    The mood of summer is fast fun. Great poem.

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  5. August is a pint of cider, a can of lager, a glass of pink fizz. August is Pac-a-macs and crushed crisps and village fetes…

    This is so happy, Sarah – I love these images!

    Yours ❤
    David

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