Ligo Haibun Challenge – Water

This weeks Ligo Haibun Challenge has two word prompts, water or order. I have chosen water…

A group of disparate kids, we called for each other, could we ‘ play out? Wellies on we roamed and meandered, exploring our terrain.

No restrictions ; we ran through bluebell woods and disused factories, hid behind rosebay willow herbs waving their pink spires above crumbled brickwork, jumped from sleeper to sleeper on Beeching’s disused railway tracks, trawled the ditches for skaters, water boatmen and sticklebacks. Fast flowing streams tipped themselves from the high peaks tunneling to a shallow torrent along the valley floor. Here we stopped. Wellies off, slimy smooth pebbles broke contact with our feet. Breathless and wet, the water resisting our young limbs we pushed against the flow, wading to a quieter deeper place, dark orange with iron rich water, a place where trout rested.

water flows past

many memories hide

underneath rocks

We caught one and took our prize back to the barn where traces of stalls lined the walls. Only swallows and a robins nest with pink translucent eggs breathed there now. We put the sleek rainbow speckled river fish in a goldfish bowl and left it on a shelf in the barn. The horror, on our return , of that lifeless, sludge brown fish, that had been unable to move in its’ confined space, using up any oxygen that had been left in the water. We had committed an unwitting murder and because of our shame it remained our unspoken secret.

sun on mountain stream

washes over feet grown large

clear sky above

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10 Comments

  1. love the flow of your haibun – easily relate to capturing with good intentions, nature’s finest, but only to find them dead…it’s true! ☺

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  2. A familiar feeling! Last summer I watched the life leave a rainbow trout… I still feel shame. Your haiku summed it up beautifully.

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  3. Powerfully nostalgic memory, as innocent children we always are more in contact with nature, and as here sometimes unwittingly hold much power over nature in our hands. A defining memory, presented as a haibun as here, has a magnetic appeal and message, almost of redemption, but certainly about good intentions. A very nice read, and haibun that gives thought to the reader.

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