For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, ideas, and images in Virginia Woolf’s Diary.
Is the ukiah/reverse haiku really a thing? Do people write them on purpose? I don’t know, but I wrote one today, borrowing a line from the Diary:
we have been at Rodmell–a wet, windy day again; but on my birthday we walked among the downs, like the folded wings of grey birds; and saw first one fox, very long with his brush stretched; then a second; which had been barking, for the sun was hot over us; it leapt lightly over a fence & entered the furze–a very rare sight.
Day #24: Ukiah/Reverse Haiku
the folded wings of grey birds
their motion at rest
a necessary stillness