AnElephantCant remember last week’s haibun
It is a mere bauble or perhaps a trinket
Gone with the wind
Because AnElephant sinned
He writes it but then forgets to link it
The Haibun Ligo Challenge is a weekly event now hosted by Pirate and the utterly admirable Ese.
Visit them for all the guidelines and background.
This week, as usual, we have a choice of prompts.
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin
OR
“Perfect order is the forerunner of perfect horror.” ― Carlos Fuentes
AnElephant’s offering applies to either, or neither, depending on your life view.
Lost at Sea by AnElephantCant
Lost At Sea
Although it is well into October, there is still a sprinkle of people on the beach.
He walks away from the town centre, past his usual swimming haunts, until he reaches a near deserted stretch maybe 200 metres long.
He sits and drinks some water.
The beach is flanked at each end by a 100 metre pier or, more accurately, breakwater of large boulders topped with rough shingle.
He swims out lazily.
The water is fresh, but not cold, even when he passes beyond the sheltered bay.
The surface here looks slightly agitated as a soft breeze chases the current eastwards, but below it is as tranquil as his dreams.
He lies on his back, gazing at the clouds, trying to create an ending for a haibun in his head.
He smiles when he sees the butterfly, small and white, fluttering aimlessly two or three feet above the Med.
Go that way, he says, pointing, head for the green stuff!
He is watching it, laughing, as it seems to follow his directions, when the thought strikes him.
We are both a long way from home.
And he is assailed by an overwhelming sense of loss and the sudden ache of loneliness.
a knife of homesickness
quite unexpectedly
slips deep into the heart
Sound Bite Fiction 
I really admire the way you write! Even with the knife of homesickness there is still so much warmth and light. The haibun that makes one long for summer…and for home. 🙂
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You reached a haibun moment surely, in your quest for the finishing of your haibun, suddenly interrupted by the meaning of haibun personified by a butterfly! Wonderful read!
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Thank you, sir Pirate.
Happy that it worked as planned.
Maybe starting to grasp the whole concept, hmm?
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Ha ha! Would I admit to that! I think you got it from the first one!
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i love how you took us out at leisure first then nailed a brilliant haiku at the end. oww, great read!
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Thank you so much.
AnElephant is very happy that you enjoyed this.
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Tranquille et douce comme les vagues de la Med par beau temps, c’est un bonheur de sensibilité ton histoire. Tu parles au papillon comme je lis ses pensées.
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UnElephant parle à toutes créations de Dame Nature, nous sommes vraiment les frères, n’est-ce pas?
Et merci.
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Excellent write dear Brian 🙂
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Thank you, dear Roxi.
An honour and a pleasure to have you visit.
Hugs
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I see butterflies as a sign of transformation. One should always smile when they encounter a butterfly.
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AnElephant and AButterfly are kindred spirits.
And AnElephant always smiles when he meets any of nature’s wonderful creatures.
Even the ones who talk a lot!
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hahaha Are we still talking about the butterfly or………
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Beautifully express Sir elephant, excellent read good sir.
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Thank you, Sir ST2, always a pleasure to see you here.
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