Life and relationships and senryū feed on the foibles Fate throws our way, turn them into a short poem afire (where I speak and you are subject to my ink), prose and verse glimpsing into living with deliciously dark wit and well camouflaged sensual fibs.
you lie well,
but I kick in bed
the wee notes…
– a friend (I’m sure) challenged me to write a love poem that glimpses into what haibun and senryū are (in 15 minutes). You’ve just read my first (and likely last) attempt. It was fun, in a mad oh-my-freaking-gods! sort of way.
– linking it to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55 and Poets United.
“Glamour Puss”, by Shelle Kennedy