I've seldom used the haiku format; however, not having a prolonged piece of poetry to mind but having some impressions on scenes I come across every day, haiku suddenly appeared to be a very useful choice. So, here then is my 'bash' at haiku.
Showers in the bay,
unfurled clouds their sails –
the Killybegs Regatta.
Oystercatchers hunched
searching for shell fish
are spattered ink on a page.
The white cloud is clinging
to the mountainside
as tight as unwashed hair.
The oystercatchers
that were flecks on the strand
take to flight chevron shaped.
A hail shower
extends upward into cumulus –
atomic bomb.
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