Well Dave, in Haiku as in so many other matters, you’ve been my initiator. Until I experienced the form here it had been one that I hadn’t read or studied at all. And of course, it’s utterly beautiful.
‘The King of Hell’s mouth:
peony petals ready
to be spat out.’
I’ll carry this one with me today on my drive to a dental appointment in Machynlleth! Actually I find the words bewitching and oddly sexy. If I were a film-maker I’d get a lot of mileage out of that image. It also brings to mind a turn of phrase by a Buddhist friend who refers to those moments when a deed intended to harm you doesn’t work out as the perpetrator intended, and brings unexpected blessings instead. She refers to this as ‘Arrows into Flowers’.