summer

Summertime Freedom

Floating past slave bees
Painted ladies flutter by –
Summertime freedom

written in response to today’s RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge – “painted” and “lady”

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Willow on Leather

O the merry thwack
Of willow upon leather
Until rain stops play

Many happy summer moments have involved cricket matches, whether playing or observing, regardless of the pace or quality of play; where the measure of time is the company of friends, rest and reassurance, anecdote and amusement; on village greens or international stadia, the enjoyment of a game threading through the centuries across the world.

a haibun written in response to dVerse’s Haibun Monday challenge #14 – “Too Many Mind…”

Cricket Explained to a Foreigner
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in.
Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out.
When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side that’s been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out.
Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in.
There are two men called umpires who stay all out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.
When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!