Clickety-clack – genre: Haibun – April 10, 2015



Clickety-clack clickety-clack – rolling down the railway tracks comes the train in the fog. Passing through the small town, it rumbles by my grandma’s house, shaking the place to its foundations.

Once there was a paper-mill just on the other side of the tracks. In those days the clickety-clack must have been a constant back-ground noise, like the cicada’s are now the constant sound of summer.

When the factory closed, the town went to sleep and now, only dreams of prosperity hearing the passing of the occasional trains, going somewhere else.

spring passed
the town falls into winter
its factory closed

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Friday Fictioneers

14 thoughts on “Clickety-clack – genre: Haibun – April 10, 2015

    • Thanks glad you liked the haibun and brought to mind your hometown. I’m inclined to think that this haibun can be a jog to a lot of memories of a time where there was work and prosperity .. now outsourced, creating a lot of ghost towns of sorts.


  1. Beautifully written 🙂

    Sounds a bit like the old high-line before it was diverted (thankfully). We still hear that mournful train whistle though when the weather is right – especially in the summer, it seems.


    • Thanks Alicia … I like onomatopoeia – and the train will ever be clickety-clack to me …. and yes, many a town has ended up like this … the biggest U.S. tragedy is probably the ex-car factory towns like Flint, Michigan.


    • Thanks Rochelle,

      Our goal to outsource in order to keep production costs low of course means we are encouraging underpaying workers in often inhuman work places, somewhere in the world and creating poverty pockets in our own country … progress has a price if it’s progress at all.




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