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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
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The floating leaf carries motion without urgency. Wind is not forceful here; it is permissive. The poem understands that endings often arrive without drama, only drift.
A delightful autumn haiku… vividly portrayed.
This is beautiful! It reminds me of that short while, when autumn weather arrives and then suddenly it's summer heat again for a couple of days before autumn takes it back for good.
Very nice! I love how you cleverly use summer to describe Autumn/Fall.
Such a lovely metaphor 🍃
This was so beautifully written. Loved your Haiku!
Fab work TIW! ☺️
Excellent description 👌