Ohh, I especially like this one, Honeygloom! I might make a post of mine after this submission. Again, these are so much fun - I love both horror and haiku :) Prompt: Rot
The Great Hunger in Ireland saw around a million starve and another two million forced to emigrate while the English landowners continued to export grain from the country.
I recently listened to a podcast series about this. So horrific. And the things the English said to justify starving the Irish? Gods I wanted to punch them through time.
Such a tragic subject, but I love the sarcasm in your poem, fits perfectly🖤
Thanks so much for your words. As for anger, I'm too filled with anger against the present-day Anglo-Americans to give much thought to the historical imperialists.
Oh this can be a dark thought. But also a comforting one, loved ones returning to the earth. Death has many perspectives. Well done, very thought provoking🖤
Foul breath of the grave
Worms weave through the tangled past
Fingers of decay
Beautiful, wow!🖤
Loved this!
The smell hangs, wet, foul,
Unlocking protohuman
Memories of death.
So good! I love the idea that we have an instinctual recognition of decay🖤
Ohh, I especially like this one, Honeygloom! I might make a post of mine after this submission. Again, these are so much fun - I love both horror and haiku :) Prompt: Rot
Once so sweet and pure -
Time wills nothing so to stay,
Rot will have its way!
Love this!! I like the rhyme as well, very cool🖤
To compose haikus
Around decomposition
Is a rotten task
Aw rot is beautiful, and necessary. Love this tongue in cheek haiku🖤
Bless you Honeygloom
Rot can also be noble
By bottle or glass
Hopes were high until,
excess rain was overkill,
surely blood will spill.
Nice!! I love the sense impending doom🖤
Now the crops will rot,
we failed to harvest our lot,
our hopes are now shot.
The taties are black blight -
the English will allow us grain,
sure, they ain't so heartless
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The Great Hunger in Ireland saw around a million starve and another two million forced to emigrate while the English landowners continued to export grain from the country.
I recently listened to a podcast series about this. So horrific. And the things the English said to justify starving the Irish? Gods I wanted to punch them through time.
Such a tragic subject, but I love the sarcasm in your poem, fits perfectly🖤
Thanks so much for your words. As for anger, I'm too filled with anger against the present-day Anglo-Americans to give much thought to the historical imperialists.
Oh boy yeah, there is a lot to be angry about at present. My own country is… a cesspit, particularly.
New wallpaper hides
the hole in the old drywall,
the seeping, the rot
Love this!!! So much said in such a small space, well done🖤
Thank you 🖤.
Odd to think of love
The ones that loved you, now dead
Rotting in their graves
Oh this can be a dark thought. But also a comforting one, loved ones returning to the earth. Death has many perspectives. Well done, very thought provoking🖤
A corpse fruit astray
fallen rot, kicked & picked dry
fermenting bug food
I love the last line! Very cool take🖤
“Rotten in Denmark” Will writes.
Apples fall close to the tree.
Make wicked rot gut meady wine.
Ah well done, excellent wordplay today🖤
The new cut hay lies
Raked into windrows. Then rain
Made it moldy, useless.
Love this description, well done🖤
Rotten to the core
Fodder for the worms.
Super prompt!
Death begins within
Rotting from the core decays
Life returns to earth
Super haiku! I love the middle line, very cool take🖤
Black decay consumes
Invisible, merciless,
Souls ground out, hollowed
Ooo I love this! So dark🖤
Can you hurry up?
Its been a week already.
Mums starting to smell!
Ha! Can’t procrastinate body disposal😌🖤
It made us shiver,
That deathly scent, that told us,
Our crops had succumbed... 😎