The Renku Sessions: A Day of Snow 33
Greetings and welcome to The Haiku Foundation’s Fourth Renku Session: A Day of Snow. I am Marshall Hryciuk of Toronto Canada and i will be the leader of a 36-link Kasen renku. I’ve led over 40 of these linked-poem gatherings and my latest book, from Carleton Place, Canada is a selection of 15 of them, called petals in the dark.
Hello renku fans and avid contributors! We have verse 33. It is:
every quarter
the gentle chimes
of our antique
- Barbara A. Taylor
Right away this verse establishes a smooth and easy shift from the visual focus of a campsite clearing with “no deer in sight” to the auditory mode of chimes sounding.
“Every quarter” links as if it could refer to each quadrant of a compass but becomes in the next line a temporal interval that befits our hearing. Keeping the third line to “of our antique” leaves it more open as to whether it’s a timer or a clock as well as quickening the pace by a step as we approach our renku’s conclusion. Further it allows for a further interpretation, where “the gentle” may be the subject of “chimes” so that “our antique” may be a shared memory or a prized experience from a long time ago that the sounds remind us of.
We last had a cognate of “gentle” in verse 16, where the “ewe gently nudges/ her lambs . . .” -thus here, a parallel as we begin to ripen a second ‘blossom verse’. Well done and thank you, Barbara.
What we need now is 2 lines, spring, indoors or out. Just that the verse after will be our crowning blossom verse -so no flowers, and no nudging.
Happy linking,
Marshall
A Day of Snow to Date
a day of snow
no one else
has come to the door–Marshall Hrycuik
coyote song closer
this longest night–Judt Shrode
incense lit
the scent of sage
lingers in a crowd
–Maureen Virchau
bales of the second haying
stacked to the rafters–Paul MacNeil
dust from travelers
makes its slow descent
in the moonlight–steve smolak
faded jeans, school colors
and granny’s specs to match–Betty Shropshire
facing me
a hairy bunyip points
the bones
–Barbara A. Taylor
balls of moss
exit the quaking forest
–Carmen Sterba
in the garden shop
seed packets
arrayed alphabetically
–Marilyn Potter
glasswing on the handle
of my butterfly net
–Karen Cesar
a gypsy’s forecast
uttered to the sound
of rolling dice–Lorin Ford
trick-or-treaters skip
under a new moon
–Maureen Virchau
horses’ foggy snorts
lead our morning jaunt
along the track
–Marietta McGregor
scanning an empty platform
as the train chugs off
–Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy
I sit in silence
behind the steering wheel
awhile–Paul Geiger
the ewe gently nudges
her lambs to move on
–Mary Kendall
one white tulip
in a sunlit border
glows against the green
–Marietta McGregor
another soul in the limelight
of #blacklivesmatter
–Agnes Eva Savich
Bastille Day
fireworks
extinguished
–Marion Clarke
recruitment of volunteers
for the hospice New Year’s Eve–Gabriel Sawicki
beaming with joy
the first visitor presents
a tray of passionfruit–Barbara A. Taylor
the commuter car full
of personal devices–Michael Henry Lee
with a touch of her finger
the goddess of wind
marcels the tall grasses–Patrick Sweeney
a gull’s wings barely moving
in the midday heat–Polona Oblak
if only I could fit
an arm chair
into my wine cellar–Liz Ann Winkler
a dust caked child
turning a dry spigot–Judt Shrode
week after week
the geyser spout remains
frozen solidBarbara A. Taylor
skiers debate
violet wax or blue special–kj munro
twelve breaths
moving as one
hour of tai chi–Michael Henry Lee
along the Sheboygan
salmon anglers drift fishing–Betty Shropshire
this eclipsed moon
suddenly the colour
of fallen leaves–Marietta McGregor
striking the hunting camp
no deer in sight–Paul Geiger
every quarter
the gentle chimes
of our antique–Barbara A. Taylor
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And speaking of a Greek chorus reminds me of one of my favorite words…buxtahedron…but I can’t find it in my dictionary or on Google. Maybe I’m spelling it wrong…?
It’s a lovely word, Judt! I did a quick bit of research and it doesn’t pop up in this form anywhere, at least where I looked. But it should be a word – the shape of the shadow of The Three Graces backlit by a low autumn sun? 🙂
I forgot it’s Tuesday night!
all the chorus frogs
on cue
of course they do, Judt -but with the word “chorus” you’ve reminded me of Aristophanes’ comedy “the Frogs” where he sends up all three of the major Classical Greek tragedians -and you’ve done it after the midnight deadline -nice play on words
every quarter
the gentile chimes
of our antique
–Barbara A. Taylor
*
radishes set out
in an orderly fashion
presumably in a spring planting, Carmen -which is just fine except we’ve had “seed packets/ arranged alphabetically” in verse 9 and “a tray of passionfruit” in verse 21 -a third “orderly” array would be too much
feasting on fiddle heads
and wild thyme
.
Or
.
picking fiddle heads
and wild thyme
.
or
.
finding fiddle heads
and wild thyme
prefer the middle one of the three, Mary -certainly out-of-doors, springlike and changes the sense appeal to tactile and scent but i don’t feel any connection with the previous verse that would link it with this one, except maybe the pun on time that i wouldn’t want here
our dragon kite threatens
to swallow the sun
*********
or
*******
our dragon kite ascends
this first warm day
no, Michael, don’t want to use “day” again here, when it will be the title of the renku as a whole
footsteps across
newly mown lawn
has a pleasant sense of touch and the scent of “new mown grass”, Aalix -without stating it – -but i felt i wanted something uncultivated; i.e. not “mown” for this verse
wakening
to sunbeams!
certainly ecststaic, Liz Ann -but i’ve done this in winter, after a storm when the clear air and cloudless sky just let the bright sun stagger you with the combined reflections off the snow-laden boughs of trees and utility wires -bright even with the blinds closed -anyway, not particularly a spring;like verse for me, but thanks
I knew it was ambiguous. For me, the longer days and no longer needing an alarm clock to wake up was the inspiration. Hard to say that in a short verse!
every quarter
the gentle chimes
of our antique
.
–Barbara A. Taylor
.
.
French windows open
to the new day’s warmth
.
.
French windows open
on the first warm day
enjoy that you’re linking “French windows” here with “our antique”, Mary -and the second one has a nice cadence to it -but i’m wary of using the word “day” again in this renku
the band at Prom
plays a slow dance
hadn’t thought of this at all, Paul -shift to music and the burgeoning desire of “slow dance” -i.e. not the “antique” -and “Prom” certainly indicates spring to whole hosts of people -thanks, i’ll be looking at this one again too
Are we sure Barbara’s meaning of the chimes are non-Jewish? perhaps “gentle” … instead of “gentile” — ?
A typo in the above stanza summary, I expect.
Paul, scroll down to the first posting. I asked that question, too. It was indeed a typo as MH indicated. Lorin had some good comments as well. 😉
Ahhh, thanks. I was remiss. But, just above the comments, the webmaster till needs to make the correction. I know it was submitted correctly.
bleached driftwood higher
at king tide’s ebb
comes spring, many of us have to be aware of flooding -but this really isn’t about that, is it Marietta? -have problems with “bleached” and “king tide” just as words in this part of the renku
the scent of rain wafts
among peepers
this is good, Theresa -understanding that “peepers” are frogs, this verse shifts to scent and the tactile and then brings in an amphibian who also sends out a regular (but unstated) sound -thanks, i’ll look at this one again
a little girl discovers
the softness of Lamb’s Ears
.
or
.
a boy gently strokes
silvered Lamb’s Ears
Oh darn, I used “gently” right after “gentle” in Barbara’s lovely verse. Sorry. Perhaps I could use “softly” or “tenderly”?
not really, Mary -we’ve already evoked the “lambs” in your earlier verse with our use of a cognate of ‘gentle’ in the previous verse
and then the pungent scent
of ramps and wild leeks
.
or
.
suddenly the pungent scent
of ramps and wild leeks
“suddenly” we just had 4 verses ago -(and i don’t expect to include it in another renku i lead for at least two years) and the second one is also too long -i like that you’ve attempted to shift from sound to scent -but i really don’t know what a “ramp” is or how it smells -to write “pungent scent” is too heavy for something haiku-like as well
too many words:
.
the pungent scent
of ramps & wild leeks
.
.
the pungent scent
of early wild leeks
in an old apple orchard
the surprise of Morels
or this:
.
seeking wild Chanterelles
we find Morels instead
the second one simply too long, Mary -the first -without the adjective “old” -would be okay in the development section -so though the surprise is welcome, the break between the lines is not
tugging for more play
a box kite widens his grin
or:
tugging for more play
a box kite
well, Betty, the second is less anthropomorphic than the first -but still too much so for me
from the nest
soft coos of doves
very springlike, Marilyn -but i have to consider another bird mention after the “gull’s wings” of verse 24 -and it keeps us on the auditory plane
Congratulations Barbara, for such a beautiful verse!
southerly breeze
riffling the map
or
.
.
southerly breeze
riffling the guidebook
.
.
Wouldn’t it be fun if we could wager on the choice? My money would be on one that has already been posted. Tragically, not mine. 🙂
wagering is a sort of ‘meta-renku’ that naturally arises with imagining a verse i think, Judt -“riffling the guidebook” is very nice though, thanks
bull frogs bellowing
jug-o-rum jug-o-rum
I wondered what they’d been drinking, Betty -quite funny if you say it out loud a few times
hand-me-down peace signs
on her sleeveless jacket
recalls to my mind, Betty, to the link to our first moon verse you gave us for verse 6
mother’s pearls
for something borrowed
I’m missing the spring connection here, Betty
washing the windows
from top to bottom
second line seems like a ‘throw-in’, Michael -“washing the windows” is okay for springlike but not very compelling
spiderlings take flight
on gossamer strands
.
or
.
spiderlings balloon away
on silken strands
first one is quicker, Mary -but we’re don’t want to explicitly state departure when we’re reaching the end of our renku
the bars of our canary’s cage
bent with light
-Patrick
has a snap to it, Patrick -but we don’t really want a ‘tromp d’oeil effect in the denouement of our renku
Thank you, Marshall, so pleased you like this verse.
Thanks to all for kind comments.
Peace and Love
B
yes i did like it, Barbara -you’re most welcome-MH
the baby tries to catch
a stream of bubbles
does have a sense of playful renewal, Marion -and “stream of bubbles” does play off “the gentle chimes” nicely -but i don’t think a reader would know this were a ‘spring link’ unless they knew beforehand
after school
selfies on a swing
or
.
after school selfies
on a swing
second one has better flow for here, Marion -but more autumnal than springlike to me
a speckled brown trout
rides the meltwater
can’t have another fish so close to the “salmon anglers”, Marion
my toes find warmth
in the sunlit floorboards
that your toes need warmth, Marion, could just about be in any season but summer
fabric conditioner drifts
from over the fence
“conditioner” really holds up the flow of the link here, Marion
handing the first sheets
on the outdoor line
Sorry, that ought to have read ‘hanging’, Marshall. 🙂
“first sheets” would i think, Marion, have to be ‘the season’s first sheets’ too be unambiguous -and that would make it too long for here
footprints on the shore
yet to be made
interesting phantasy, Marion, but how distinctively springlike?
Congratulations, Barbara. Lovely link.
every quarter
the gentle chimes
of our antique
.
. Barbara A. Taylor
.
emerging lizards
enliven a sunny deck
.
Marietta McGregor
little too wordy for this point of the renku, Marietta
pulling off the laundry
snap! snap! snap!
MH, I think you probably won’t want the sound of clothes pegs following chimes, so may I revise this one:
.
.
sun warmed laundry
flapping in the breeze
well, Mary, you’re right about the “snaps” -“flapping” still a bit too raucous after the “gentle chimes”
arrowheads appear
in the freshly plowed field
.
or
.
a gift of arrowheads
in newly turned soil
.
or
.
a gift of arrowheads
in freshly plowed earth
still looking for brevity here, Mary -the first one is the best and it’s just too long for here
snapping off spears
of early asparagus
a lot of ‘s’ and ‘p’ sounds here, Mary -and i guess i’m still off food -as a spring indicator anyway
our first short sleeve day
at the tanning salon
slightest touch of irony here, Michael, and i don’t think we want any of that here
congrats Barbara, nice verse
******************
setting new boundaries
for this year’s tan line
just too long for here, Michael -and i know it’s a spring seasonal but we don’t want to be “setting” anything in these verses either
Correcting for spacing:
every quarter
the gentile chimes
of our antique
.
– Barbara A. Taylor
.
a bright penny
in parking lot slush
.
– Karen Cesar
every quarter
the gentile chimes
of our antique
.
– Barbara A. Taylor
a bright penny
in parking lot slush
.
– Karen Cesar
just to correct Barbara’s verse again, Karen -it’s “the gentle chimes” -as a link, want no slush involved with my sense of spring here
Nice verse, Barbara 🙂
a spring in Grandad’s step
when he spots a puddle
this one loses the quickening pace we’ve achieved so far, Marion
skipping under
a double rainbow
this turns to the kinaethetic lightness of jumping, w i t h a visual, Marion -will keep this one for a further look, thanks
hi Marion -i really like this but decided we have our fill of colour already (probably at tilt!) -but in your verse i can hear my 8-year-old-classmates chanting ‘be on time and don’t be late’ to “double dutch” skipping in the schoolyard-MH
the postman announces
“nice weather for ducks!”
certainly spring-like, Marion, but a bit of a stretch as a link
human “announces” next to a “gentle chimes” too much auditory too close, Marion
a pair of red wellies
left behind in the mud
certainly spring-like, Marion, but a bit of a stretch as a link
A great verse, Barbara – yet again! 🙂
willows always first
to welcome the green
.
or
.
soft green of willows
early this morning
what ilike about new spring leaves on trees is their yellowy tinge, Mary -not that they may appear that way where you are or that we have to be right at the beginning of spring for this verse -but that’s how i’m feeling about this verse
windows now open
to fresh sea air
“windows now open” another shift from the visual -this time to the tactile, Mary -got awhile to think about this one, thanks
Marshall, a small TYPO: obviously, an “i” got added to make “gentle” into “gentile” by mistake. It is correct at the beginning of the announcement of the verse but not at the end of the whole verse for some reason.
A beautiful verse, Barbara, as yours always are. 🙂
It currently shows as this (as verse 32):
every quarter
the gentile chimes
of our antique
–Barbara A. Taylor
🙂 . . . and ‘genteel’ would be an interesting substitution, too.
Though that nagging gentile takes me to insured & stolen art in the era of Germany’s Third Reich.
—
‘gentle’, though , takes me back to Mary’s little lamb.
—
– Lorin
(now an observer, curious to read the concluding verses)
yes, should have been “gentle” in both places -MH
🙂
yeah, should be “gentle” in both places, Mary -it’s clean in the announcement -i don’t think i can change it in the listing with the complete renku (so far) though