July 30, 2013 at 9:41 pm (literature, philosophy, poetry, sociology, Stories) (, , , , , , )

A middling man dances with a deckchair on the uneven beach; his neck burned ruddy by the kisses of the sun. Striped seat tacking, wood frame click-clacking, he perseveres nevertheless, and folds himself into the seat in time to watch his ex-lover leave for new horizons. As she shimmers her feisty goodbyes, an impish sea breeze rises to pick a tune on the string drawn tight between day and night, and steals the hat from the middling man’s head. The middling man throws up his arms to catch the hat, and the chair tips, toppling him. He stays there a while, curled on the beach, salt tears blotted by the still warm sand.

so difficult to achieve
so easily lost.



  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    This is sad Julia. Neat. But sad.

  2. julespaige said,

    This is a beautiful haibun. Are you aware of the Ligo Hibun challene?
    Here is a link to a piece I wrote for it, which has a link the three hosts… there used to be a word count restriction, but they lifted that.

    Thanks for your visit this morning 🙂

    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      Ha ha, cheers Jules, how generous you are. Will take a look. Finally settled down to write, after days which just didn’t seem to allow it. I’ll definitely take a look x

  3. julespaige said,

    I could not get my post for the latest challenge in WP so I had to post it here:

    This post of yours fits this weeks prompt to a ‘T’.

please feel free to comment on these poems - all feedback appreciated. :)

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