I was amusing myself trying to write haiku yesterday. There’s a local haiku competition coming up and I thought, why not? I’ll give it a whirl.
I remember writing haiku at school when I was about Drama Duck’s age. Back then, of course, it was all about the physical structure: the three lines of five syllables, then seven, then five again. I doubt my teacher even mentioned the finer points of nature/seasonal imagery or the way a haiku captures the essence of a moment, gives an unexpected insight. If she did, I certainly wasn’t listening!
I found a gorgeous definition of haiku, itself a haiku, on the haikuoz website, by a bloke from Perth called Andrew Lansdown:
“Haiku are pebbles
poets lob into the pond
of our emotions.”
So I was sitting there, scribbling away, counting syllables on my fingers, when Demon Duck asked me what I was doing.
“Writing haiku,” I said.
“Oh, we’ve done that at school,” she says, with all the lofty confidence of a nine-year-old. “I’ve written 16.”
Then she looked over what I’d written, counted the syllables and said, “That’s good, Mum, you’ve got it right.”
Next up was Mr I-don’t-have-a-poetic-bone-in-my-body, aka the Carnivore.
“What are you doing?”
Maybe that nine-year-old confidence wasn’t misplaced after all. At least she knows more than her father about haiku.
After I’d explained haiku, including how they’re usually about nature, he said:
“But you could write them about anything, right? Important things, like tax?”
Later in the evening he came to tell me he’d written one, grinning from ear to ear. I present it here for your edification.
Tax office pressure.”
He is such an accountant.
Ha! This sounds like something Thor would do, but his would be about neurology. Same diff.
They’re such comedians, aren’t they!