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Camping Event

A journal entry dated June 1908: Vanavara Trading Post, Siberia, the best breakfast spot with unlimited hot coffee. Who would think, way out in a remote part of the world, travelers and local inhabitants mingle over breakfast special number seven, two large eggs, over easy with slices of thick ham and real buttered toast? Written details left behind preserves a first account witness on the largest impact event on Earth. Like this one: Tunguska event. Sudden bright flash in the early morning northern sky, intense heat so hot some women cried, “It’s the end of the world! “ Then, thunderous sounds much like an artillery barrage interrupt breakfast. Grandfather, his wife and two sons. Violent earth-shaking. Windows shatter, tables, chairs, dishes and unsteady elderly people knocked to the ground.

No human fatalities, only 80 million trees lost.

fire in the sky
meteor phenomenon
camping one summer

Tunguska event, Siberia, haibun, haiku, writing challenge, camping, summer

Tunguska Event

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Inspiration:  An historical fiction haibun on the  Tunguska Event for the Ligo Haibun Challenge. This week, a word prompt challenge – Siberia or South America. 

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Ready, Set, Action!

Death Valley, ligo haibun challenge, haiku, theatercraft, harmony, wild west

Ready, set, go! I rush up ten stairs, already late, turn left, take three short steps – scramble quick up the next eleven stairs. Just another weekday rehearsal for Deadwood Dick, or the Game of Gold. The theater, small, very old and probably built over a hundred years ago.

Top of the step, as I catch my breath, a strong aroma inundates me.

Not at all offensive, but rather, an enjoyable nostalgic scent. My eyes close and I inhale – the old west. Two weary settlers, with powdery red dirt across their weather line faces, shuffle in old worn leather boots.

strong tobacco cloud
continues to drift in time
coughs the building walls

I remember reading this building once bustled as a popular saloon, with red velvety wallpaper, a swinging bar room door, and a don’t-shoot-the-piano player in the left corner of the room.

bar gals in ruffles
entertains gold rush miners
cards and whiskey shots

The director’s booming voice! I snap quick back to reality. He moves his cast of eighteen across the stage in logical order – his chess pieces. Feisty Calamity Jane (not me) idly chats with Chet – her Man Trap Saloon bartender. Center stage, evil Black ’n Red kidnaps my beautiful long-lost stage daughter, Lily.  Eventually, I, and my burly stage husband, Sheriff Loveless, and host of others, perfect scenes, and at long last – family reunited.

The final day, in vintage western costumes, our last director’s cue line: Break-a-leg!

opening night
spotlights on Wild Bill and Ned
gunfight with villain

Show after show, the audiences hail the performances a success, though, seems nothing good can last. Fatigue or stress?  Calamity and Blackburn, real life hotheaded couple begin to unravel between acts. Dressing room, another drama unfurl – accusations and denial of unfaithfulness.

Camaraderie between cast members wanes.

Without stand ins, the director desperately calls for order. But with focus broken, I begin to feel the parch of the desert, dropping line after line. The final blow comes when others succumb and we all stumble desperately in the heat of the spotlight.

too many pauses
stirs audience to wonder –
is this Death Valley?

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Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay.” – Sallust

Inspiration: Ligo Haibun Challenge | Quote Week and a bit more of a challenge added…come up with a Haibun with a minimum of 345 words, inclusive.

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My Life Walk

Tybee Island, Ligo Haibun, walking, Algerian quote, life, pilgrimage, companions

Ever since that first wobbly step, instinctively, I walk towards a larger world. Begins within the small wooden blue frame house, family memories hang on the Navaho flat white walls. Loving home. Family time mostly centered on the television set. My first discovery, according to mom, finding delight by switching the TV set off and on. Parental reprimands, it smarted a little, but effective solution to the problem. Then the rental house on Tybee Island, short walks to visit school friends in the small neighborhood. Naturally, Cathy’s house, with the built-in pool, held the most attraction.

tuck body in
knees to the chest
splashing contest
cannonball blast

With acquired skills from days gone by, I continue. My life walk, like a mystical pilgrimage journey.  Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes alone, other times with companions. Interesting how the right people comes greeting at the perfect moment.

as the sun rises
we hold hands through a season
the wind whistling a tune

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Written forManagua Gunn’s Cabin Fever – LĪGO HAĪBUN. This week’s writing prompts included two quotes. I chose the Algerian Proverb, “It is solved by walking.”

Style incorporated into this haibun: Along with quote prompts, a new theme, Innovation, gave writers an opportunity to use either Thanbauk, Pathya vat or stay the traditional 5-7-5 form.  I chose to attempt the Pathya vat.

– Pathya vat: a four-line, four syllable in each line and line two and three must rhyme.  It should look like…

XXXX
XXXA
XXXA
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The Faerie Glen Haibun

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The Faerie Glen. Invisible location deep in the valley behind the rusty garden shed – a magical world. I came by it only once – a youngster’s dream for sure. Wild and free, barefoot walking onto lush, mossy, carpet beds – the tips of my toes sink deep – the perfect earth shoe cradling gently.

in renouncing all –
authenticity of time
tweaks perception

When the morning sun intermittently filters through the thick canopy of trees, a glistening day begins. Fairies. Like gossamer feathers in flight. The most enchanting moment when I believed in faery tales. Whoosh. Just a bippity-boppity-boo from fairy godmother and I am in…my Cinderella love story. White horse-driven carriage, formerly a bright orange pumpkin, jewel laced Vera Wang gown, a handsome prince charming by my side, and of course, a happy, happy, ever after.

gurgling stream
tickles my bare toes
disrupts a fish burp

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Inspiration: Līgo Haibun Challenge – Word Prompt: Mirror or Faery

 

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Hear To Survive

 

Early morning street flurry. Rudimentary missionary town, a distant memory on a very different culture. Sunrise strikes up the usual mélange of sounds – an offbeat melodic crescendo rising to a climatic symphony – of a tenacious way of living. Food scarce. Local children, bare-skinned and lethargic. Only the strong heartbeat songs survive here. Daily my family hums to jagged bicycle bells ringing, noisy cart wheels creaking, churlish market vendors all yelling and haggling over money – stay afloat, stay alive! 

The music pauses. An accident. A tan-colored, small dog, it’s hunger pains growling louder than its bark, trails a smoky cloud of cooking meat & vegetables. Then a sputtering old motor scooter swerving sends idle bystanders shuffling off to the side – a small whimper.  

curiosity –
walks the dog to its demise
dinner bowls over flow
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Inspiration: Ligo Haibun Picture Prompt Challenge. The subject of consuming dog meat as a food source in certain cultures came up in a recent discussion among my friends and me. Some said it is completely wrong, others felt it reasonable under extreme food shortage situations. What do you think?

In any case, please note, mother never (at least to my knowledge) served such a meal; however, once, while living abroad, our pet dog got hit and a family took it off thinking it was a ready-made meal. Thankfully, my father located it before their axe chopped our dog into bite size pieces. The dog survived the accident.