Grandma’s garlic press
Cherished relic of her life
Pesto’s final touch
Fragrant memories captured then
Bit of spices she’d put in
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 184 Press / Touch
Prompt words: Press & Touch
Haiku in 5-7-5
Description: Detail of Satan from The Temptation of Christ, ca. 1500. Engraving, 22.6 x 16.9 cm. C. 1500. Date: circa 1500. Source: Scan of PD artwork reproduced in book. Author: Master L. Cz. (anonymous German Engraver)
Dēofol’s ghoulish night
When the forests are spooky
He strolls in delight
Miseries to all that tread
When persons dare walk with dead
Halloween Tanka (5-7-5 7-7)
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 173 Spooky / Night
Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 152 Color/Warmth
When I was young, my grandmother had an old wood burning stove that she would use to heat the kitchen and make meals. She would get up early on cold winter mornings to stir the ashes and rekindle the fire. Once started, it would only take a few minutes for grandma and the fire to bring the house back to life.
Ash colored embers
Stoked deep in smoldering warmth
Gave our morning life
Weary night-time travelers,
Headlights on snow packed roads.
Drive past cold farmer’s fields,
Faintly lit by northern sky.
Called home by bits of memories,
Warm feelings held deep inside.
Hoping to recapture.
Scenes of what used to be.
Patchworks of old memories
Stitched together in dreams
Candles placed by windows,
Visible from so far away.
Beacons of wishes,
Cast on starry nights.
Crying out to loved ones,
-Come home for the night.
If only it were yesteryear,
I’m sure we’d all be there.
But time has come between us
And some are no longer here.
We hold to dreams that bring us cheer,
And drive away those past-midnight fears
Recollections of special holidays,
That stretch across the years.
“Ormsby – Little town with big streets!”
Words and Image ©2016 – Clarence Holm
Of winter’s shadowy night
Brings peace to my soul
Quiet moments like this remind me that no matter what political storms blow, most are really only a temporary tempest that will fade into history. Even the most tempestuous gales eventually weaken. Things we hold most precious will survive!
“Ormsby – Snow Gives Us Cover!”