Morning Haiku and Waka – January 11, 2015

spring rains
slugging along the sidewalks
mud snails

in the dusk
mud snails crawl into the road
broken shells

in the garden
the cat jumps, bats and runs
hunting mud snails

farmer’s delight
mud snails and frog’s legs
in spring time

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When I first came to Italy, way back in 1970, we stayed with my first husband’s Aunt in Liguria for a short time.  Liguria was once a part of France and one of the things that remained with them is the love of escargot, or snails.  After a particularly heavy rain, some friends of Aunt Chicca brought a plate of snails for me that they’d gathered from the fields.  I couldn’t refuse to eat at least one, as it would have been bad manners, so I pulled the mayonnaise covered beast from his shell popped him into my mouth washing it down with a glass of white wine. My opinion is that snails should be left to live in the fields … they’re totally disgusting as food.

unwelcome gift
escargot in mayonnaise
for a visitor

© G.s.k. ‘15

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Here are some inspiring haiku about mud snails:

hiroinokosu tanishi ni tsuki no yûbe kana

mud-snails:
a few remain uncaught
under the evening moon

© Yosa Buson

sode yogosuran tanishi no ama no hima o nami

with dirty sleeves
farmers-turned-fishermen pick up mud snails
ever so busy

© Matsuo Basho

nuritate no aze wo yurideru tanishi kana

the mud-snail
in the newly-made rice-field bank,
joggles its way out

© Jûjô

nisanjaku hôte tanishi no higurekeri

the mud-snail
crawls two or three feet, –
and the day is over

© Gomei

and a lovely series by our host Chèvrefeuille:

watching a snail
in the light of the full moon
just a silver trail

just a silver trail
points me to the right place
mountain monastery

mountain monastery
finally becoming one
I bow to my master

I bow to my master
Matsuo Basho told me the way
to watch a snail

© Chèvrefeuille

Carpe Diem haiku Kai

19 thoughts on “Morning Haiku and Waka – January 11, 2015

  1. Enjoyed your series…the cat helps the garden for sure and I love frog`s legs more than snails….miam…but only ate those my uncle caught along the river. My grandmother would cook them immediately for us.

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