mile high ride (haibun)

Sitting in the back of the plane, they held tight during take off. As soon as the light went on to unbuckle the seat-belt, they both lit up their Mark Ten cigarettes. It was 1977 and people could still smoke in the back rows of a plane in those days.

It was their first trip overseas. Heck, it was their first time in a plane. They had booked a tour of England, Scotland and Wales for two weeks. The wife’s ulterior motive was to conceive their first child in the UK, the birthplace of her paternal grandparents.

After a few hours, the plane felt like it was going over pot holes on Quebec roads. The couple were scared and did not realize that turbulence can do that but does not mean there was any danger. The woman seated next to them on the aisle tried to reassure the couple who looked out the window with doe eyes. One could not mistake it was their very trip in the air.

By the time they arrived at Heathrow Airport, they were so relieved they had landed! They still had to take the train into London, then a taxi to their hotel. They were staying at the Green Park Hotel just across the park that brings you to Buckingham Palace. But they didn’t know that yet.

They looked like typical tourists walking on the streets of London, hesitating crossing the the street, not knowing which side to look in their matching bright yellow and green hoodies.

Cotton candy ride
Bumper cars, roller-coasters
Crossing overseas

© Tournesol ‘18/09/06

first robin (troiku)

©️clr’17

first Robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly (c)  Chėvrefeuille’17

first robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly

first robin spotted
pecking with purpose
on mother’s clothes line

the low lands are facing the dark
shadow slowly lifts
at dawn

snow falls softly
marking their spot
amid fallen leaves

(c) Tournesol ‘17/11/24

Written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at  MindLoveMiserysMenagerie 

crimson light (troiku)

Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light.

below them
silence of city streets
screamed with loneliness

the dark streets beckoned
warmer hearts
and fuller bellies

with crimson light
feigning love and musky scents
to pay the rent

(c) Tournesol’17/11/24

First Line Friday at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie

precious gems (troiku)

kusa no ha [ya] ame ni magirenu aki no tsuyu

blades of grass–
lost among the raindrops
autumn dew
© Issa (1810)(tr. David Lanoue)

blades of grass
snail crawls warily
in the everglades

lost among the raindrops
heartbroken
a lover’s tears

autumn dew
morning frost glints
like GrandPa’s gold tooth

©Tournesol’17/10/27

I have used Issa Kobayashi’s beautiful haiku as an inspiration at Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie and decided to use his haiku  to form a troiku .  A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host, Chevrefeuile which he explains on his website Chevrefeuillecarpediem.

man on the moon (troiku)

©Denise Kwong

sunflowers
smiling at the sky
standing at attention

sunflowers
waving
at the harvest moon

smiling at the sky
praying for a miracle
moonbeams heed

standing at attention
home for Thanksgiving
man on the moon

©Tournesol’17/10/12

How could I not write something about les tournesols (sunflowers)! We are asked to write a poem or story inspired by the above photo at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Photo Challenge 184

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.

*Reference for Thanksgiving is for our Canadian Thanksgiving on October 9th.