A Walk in the Fog – Haibun – November 17, 2015

She walked in the fog, along the back acres of an old abandoned farm. The nearly bare trees of late autumn seemed to hold out their branches, like arms tending dark comfort to a lost soul.  The outhouses seemed to have stood for many years completely abandoned. The fencing reduced to strands of spider-web like metal, created streamers of rust held together by the memory of wire.

The wind rustled softly through the trees causing a rain-fall of dead leaves.  She heard the sound of a siren somewhere in the distance and then the distant rumble of thunder followed by a flash of lightening.

A sudden crash came from the undergrowth. There standing before her was a roe. Bright beautiful eyes gazed calmly at her, there was no fear, no apprehension and no curiosity.  It was as though she weren’t there at all.  She moved towards the roe which continued to ignore her.  She reached out her hand to touch the roe, but discovered she couldn’t.

More thunder, this time loud enough to seem like the crash of a bomb – an instant later the white flash of lightening followed by the sound of pouring rain.

She awoke with a start and set up in her bed.  A storm she thought, her dream faded rapidly and was soon almost forgotten, except for a vague sense of unease that settled in her soul.  Not wanting to go back to sleep, she turned on the light, arose from her bed and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Grabbing a couple of cookies, she went into the dining room.  There on the wall she saw the large Indian ink print she’d bought that afternoon and thought of the back acres of an old farm immersed in a wooded cove on a foggy day.

late autumn night
winter stalks the country-side
dead leaves fall like rain



This haibun was inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Tuesday Photo Challenge #87: November 17, 2015 – what would appear to be a photo seems to actually be a fascinating ink drawing.  Click the link on the photo and enlarge it … thanks Pat for a great experience!

Sunday Walk…in Words

Hello..are you ready to come with me on an imaginary walk?

Tonight I had an extraordinary experience.  I passed several hours going over the same dream in quite a few f its different aspects.  I mean, well the dream begin like all dreams begin…

“Ah, holiday season is almost over”

“No, it’s over…time to go back home, get things going again!”

So here I am, in a dream talking to someone who looks like they should have some authority.  The scene is summer like and bright, not at all in tone with the conversation.  I’m talking about going back to the hum drum days of Winter.  There’s suddenly a new scene in my dream and there’s John Lennon, picking up old clothes and putting them into a suitcase singing “Let it Be”.

I feel myself surrounded by a pair of strong arms.  A smiley voice says: “Come on! We’ve got a lot to get done!” and it gives me a kiss on the top of my head.

I watched the dream fade out and I said: “but it would be so nice to have some of these sensations come alive on paper!” and the dream starts over again.

This time, I see an old friend of mine.  I haven’t seen her in over 24 years.  She’s Austrian from Graz and was present when my youngest was born.  Eva taught me so many things about myself…one of the most interesting lessons being that my Austrian origins are a reality.  That is so many things Austrian make up my personality, and I never knew it until I met her.  My family is “German American”  (from Illinois) or so I thought, but having met many Germans here in Italy, I never really saw the connection. It was when I met Eva that things fell into place.  Tastes in food, humor, dress and believe it or not, when she and her Mum would be talking to each other I understood their conversations and I don’t speak German, Austrian or otherwise!

It was nice to see Eva, and then my sister popped through for a second, but she had a lot to do.  Now find myself packing suitcases and singing “Elenor Rigby”.  This time I’m on a screened veranda…the air is summery the trees swish in the wind.  I’ve seen this veranda somewhere before.  I say to my “self” that there really wasn’t much to write about in a post when you get right down to it.  It would have been better to develop the dream in some other fashion.

And the dream begins again.

This time it’s a rock concert with strobe lights.  The music blasts and people are screaming.  It’s pitch dark except for the scenery flashing lights.  I hear more than anything else a lot of noise.  No music at all and I think that it’d be better to just wake up.  It seems that my dream director get’s the idea …the scene comes into slowly into focus.  A high school gymnasium with a band stand.  Some kids are playing “Take the Last Train to Clarkville.”  The lights are low, but not that pitch dark affair of a few seconds before.

A group of teachers are huddled together. The students do their best to avoid them.  They’re there to keep discipline of course.  Can’t have kids smooching or smoking!

“Hey…let’s go out back and have a smoke!” says an old high school friend.  “Cool!”  I think, “it’s neat to be back here in Alaska…look at how young he looks!”

“Naw…” I reply “I quit smoking thanks to the flu…”

That ruined the scene and I’m back to the beginning of the dream…same balmy terrace.

At about this time…I’m thinking that I really won’t be able to convey much of all this dreaming in a post.  I went to sleep at around midnight…and this dream has re-presented itself in I don’t know how many different forms, most of which I don’t remember.  Each time I find something interesting and I say:  “Wow! that would something to present.” Then I realize that I don’t remember much of the darn dream or that interesting point!   And I start over again saying to myself that I’ve got to take notes!

It’s almost 7:30 in the morning!  I’ve slept 2 hours more than I usually do and I still have this silly dream in my head…in it’s vivid variations and absolutely useless as a post.  Oh well…I’m going to write it down anyway…

You all have a great day!

Ciao, Bastet!

(Oh by the way…this really happened, for once it’s not just a make-up story 😉 )