Screened In

I decided to try my hand at a Haibun (a descriptive paragraph followed by a Haiku) because... well, why the hell not.

There is a constant siege -an external pressure- on the part of the flies trying to get in.  There are of course a few week spots: Holes in metal screens where ten steaming summers’ worth of wayward baseballs and curious possums have broken their way through.  Then there is the door.  It screeches its way open with the voice of a spring with has felt too many frosts and too little unction.  Its final word is the slam of soft, mossy wood on an aluminum frame and it is punctuated by the smell of dogwood flowers and sassafras mingling with motor oil and spirits.

Flies have many eyes.

Can they tell secrets?

See what happens here?

Reviews

[MAC]

have never heard of this form before. tis very smooth and the Haiku perfectly wraps it up. an excellent write.