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
Sarah writes poems 
Excellent! I love the repetition of Autumn is, and the use of all of those metaphors for the 8th month! Brava!
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I love a list!
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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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Aw, thanks, Glenn. I could feel it accelerating.
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A great end of summer haibun! So many good times in the summer months.
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I love the realism in this and the music imagery. Such a beautiful, evocative piece!
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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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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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Oh yers it is! I had visions of my childhood in England ☺️ I loved this Sarah
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I love this! So vivid. It worked out really, really nicely Sarah.
Pat
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I love how vividly you capture all of the senses!
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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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What a lovely evocation of summer fun. I really enjoyed it.
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Childhood August bank holiday, not really hot, just enough to melt the ice cream if you ate it too slowly. I love how you wrap it up and snuff it out in the haiku.
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This is so happy, Sarah – I love these images!
Yours ❤
David
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That sounds so, so good… what a wonderful list.
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Beautiful. I loved the great mix of sights, sounds, tastes and sensations. As Kate said, a wonderful list that conjured so much!
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Exactly. All at once, is August. (K)
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Sarah your poem is a month-long party that makes me happy just thinking about.
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I loved reading this, Sarah! What a delight.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #3: Sarah’s latest #haibun for #dVersePoets #HaibunMonday!
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