The day came when she could no longer contain her anger. She picked up a crowbar and began chasing him around the back yard.
The cardinal stared
The wind blew hot from the west
The sun bore down hard
She cursed while she ran. He rushed into the house and slammed the door. She thought of breaking the windows, but recognized the folly in that. After all, they would have to be replaced.
The grass was dark green
Its blades tickled her ankles
She bellowed her rage
He peeked out the window and smiled. Her fury matched the baby 8 months in her belly, big and full. She challenged him to come out and take his medicine. She swung the crowbar and watched his eyes grow big.
She heaved the bar down
Over and over again
Green changed to dirt brown
She felt the strength of her fury. She liked the fear in his eyes. She knew he was not the culprit, only the safe outlet. Still, she felt power surge.
The birds twittered loud
Clouds softened the sun’s dry heat
A coolness moved in
She sat on the steps and cried. Released all that pent-up hate. Let him come and wrap his arms around her. Knew that she had shifted inside. Finally.
Halibun Poetry:
Using a form that combines the descriptive qualities of prose with the concise punctuation of the haiku, the haibun presents a picture, scene or moment to the reader. While the haibun form depends on precision and brevity, it is still considered to fall into the category of informal verse. While the haibun was first popularized by Japanese poet Basho in the seventeenth century, it still remains a respected form choice for modern poets.
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