It doesn’t seem that long ago that Swallows were everywhere, over the house, and over the meadows; to and fro, to and fro; rebuilding their nests tucked under the rafters of the disused barn across the way ...
Another of my occasional posts on ‘Artists Inspired by Nature’. I first came across Robert Bevan’s paintings while researching for my two semi-historical non-fictional short stories set in South East Cornwall. He is the Great Grandfather of Patrick Baty, historian of architectural paint and colour. Patrick gave credence to my thoughts on the historical origins of colour and it’s use in paints, central to my stories.
Sometimes my haiku especially the one-liners or monoku seem to call for a setting - they seem a bit lost - somehow unfinished ... adding a title, a tad controversial, provides a sense of place in which the ku firmly resides. 1
Here then is a short collection of my monostich ...
Swifts are frequently flying low over the garden at lightning speed, screaming as they do. It’s a little like being stood on a railway station platform, with a train thundering past every few minutes.
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