The Renku Sessions: Timber Smoke – Week 4
Greetings and welcome to The Haiku Foundation’s current Renku Session entitled, ‘Timber Smoke’. I am Marshall Hryciuk of Toronto, Canada and will be leading this session through a 36-link kasen renku.
Okay, we have the link for verse 4. It is:
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
This picks up nicely on the indefinite character of the moving up the mountain road to…anywhere and then places us outside of any domestic or enclosed environment and brings us into a relatively wild one. Deer-hunting season is in the autumn and the sound trailing off here could be plaintive; a doe wounded by arrow, bullet or car; or hushed, as between a doe and her fawn or the reverse of that; a buck’s distant announcement of his presence in his territory. We don’t know. And even if there was in fact a violent act the yelp was in response to, it didn’t happen directly within our range of distinct listening and was ‘off-stage’ and inconclusive.
Not only evocative of the indefinite but the “notes” repeat themselves in progressively less audible echoes.
“Echo” is particularly appealing as a link here if we also read, “echo in” as a transitive verb. reading it that way too, it can be felt to usher in, so gently, the coolness of autumn that is a precursor to winter. All up and through the undefined air.
A delightful link taking impetus from the previous one and at the same time setting our renku up for the first moon verse; which will probably have some visual aspect whereas this link in fact has none.
So, what we need now is 3 lines, in autumn with an aspect of the moon implied or stated. This can be a haiku and have a kireji or a break in it, but doesn’t have to.
Still no exaggerated language or strident action ‘on stage’ but a shift away from the ‘indefinite’ might be plausible
Happy linking
Marshall
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in flew a raven
to perch on a branch
moon persimmons
moonlit touchdown
dappled shadows chest bumping
first day behind them
bear at moonrise
face-to-face on trail
blueberry mouths wide
wasps hunt in the
dried leaves as the moon
is waning
Beautiful verse, Betty!
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
dying campfire
I warm my hands
in moonlight
a scimitar moon
hangs over
the fallow field
.
leaves fall, the moon rises
but clouds come and go
as they please
moons ancient face
loons wild cry
night walk
Marshall please take this one down. Moon and loon do not work. Oops!
bare branches
cradling crescent moon–
still water
raking leaves
in the murky pool–
smell of moon
my shadow
takes the shape of bird–
eyes on moon
dawn stillness
passing over apple trees
a day moon
leaf ballet
twilight calm
moonlight blanket
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
stubble fields
an earful
of moonlight
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
Sixteenth of September
we search the sky
for Magritte’s moon
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
night shift
the shadows
splintered white
floating moon
will these willow leaves
soothe your man-made craters
chasing moonbeams
a maple leaf races
over the cliff edge
moonbeams creeping
across a marble floor
touch an open coffin
dark leaves flutter
across ghostly white craters
windswept lake
snagged the moon
zippering up
my dampened tent
wet yellow leaves
cling to a blue tarp
where the moon used to be
if this waning light
can stand me
I’ll walk alone through it
only thing left
living in the tin barrel
a bobbing moon
spook version
prison fencing
hardened willow leaves
escape with the moonlight
at least
it’s still free
looking at the moon
windy night –
scarecrow on his back
gazing up at the moon
cold moon –
one last cricket chirping
on a scarecrow’s hat
listening
to my moonlit serenade
in her pullover sweater
moon-lit path
the smell of
fallen leaves
the rutting moose
disappeared through the thicket
the moon hung with me
The rutting moose
vanished in the thicket
the moon hung with us
the rutting moose
vanished in the thicket
the moon hung behind
on a cold night
yellow chrysanthemums
nod in moonlight
autumn’s floating fog
between
the two moons
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
autumn equinox
moonlight flooding in
with the tide
a chilling sea
grasps my ankles
I taste its light
Marshall, would you please take the above haiku I just posted “…a chilling sea…” out of the running?
I didn’t realize how similar it is to Pamela Garry’s beautiful poem, “…the familiar moon…”
I hope you will accept my apology, Pamela.
Madeleine
Okay, madeleine this one no longer under consideration
cheers -Marshall
Thanks, Marshall
All the best,
Madeleine
Moon shining over a pasture on an
October night and a kind cow watches with wide
Open eyes at the lunar lantern above her
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
What a beautiful verse Betty
even paler
than the clearing fog
day moon
Congratulations on a lovely verse, Betty! Thank you for the guidance, Marshall!
Here are my offers:
moonlight
staggers across
the refreshing stream
***
a pear
eclipsing the moon
at the forest edge
***
a tint of orange
from amidst the neighbouring trees
glowing with russet
***
orange chrysanthemums
adorning the threshold
at moonrise
***
cubs crossing borders
on a long night
of full moon
a full moon
broken by
bare branches
nestled in
curled leaves –
a blue moon
moon glow
the forest alive
with shadows
on cold nights dancing
beside monastery monks
cone in a blue moon
a pumpkin carving
of the stars
and a sickle moon
*
a pumpkin carved
with stars
and a sickle moon
a pumpkin carving
of stars
and a sickle moon
leaves brown and curled
even the moon
show its horns
– Betty Shropshire
oops:
leaves brown and curled
even the moon
shows its horns
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
blue moonlight spills
from the scarecrow’s
torn pocket
*
splashes of moonlight blue
stain the scarecrow’s
worn painter’s pants
*
a flutter of zugunruhe
in the wake
of the equinox moon
*
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
snuggling under patches
of blue moonlight
on the wild geese quilt
*
nights stretching
in the super blue
moonlight
*
listening
to my moonlit serenade
in her sweater
the garbage collector
reading crumpled poems
about the moon
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
glints of the moon
on ruffled water
a nose & whiskers passing
silhouettes :
a trio with raised instruments
under the moon
frost in the air
noises from the moonlit yard
a head aslant
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
— Betty Shropshire
the familiar moon
shedding new light
on the waves
the harvest moon
shedding new light
on the ebb and flow
the harvest moon
shedding new light
on gentle tidal waves
fireworks
after the festival dance
a full moon
shivering
by a streetlight
that looks like the moon
someone seeking food
from a dumpster
under a full moon
adjusting my halo
by the light
of the moon
dancing with scarecrows
beside monastery monks
once in a blue moon
barn mice
dancing in
the moonlight
full moon
resting on
bare branches
For the fun:
first taste of the wine
a year in barrel
gibbous moon
night passage
the moon bobs in sync
with the Milky Way
an owlet’s first flight
by the light of the moon
woo-hoo!
day moon
the heather purpling
on the moors
waning moon
a merry cricket on a branch
heads for the falls
online auction
the price of the moon
rising
golden aspens
filter moonlight
dreams summoned
Or…
golden aspens
drip moonlight
loons wild laugh
strands
of a spider’s net fixed
to the lightened mist
strands
of a spider’s net fixed
to the shining mist
moonlight sweeps down
timbered valleys glowing
with crimson maples
north wind penetrates
hot hazy days
turning ptarmigan moon-white
snow geese settle
In stubbled fields
moon-lit feathers gleaming
New versions…
timbered valleys
crimsom maples glow
in moonlight
north wind releases
summer heat
ptarmigan turn moon-white
silhouetted by
the harvest moon salmon leap
and dance
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
coloured leaves
becoming one shade
in moonlight
bathed in light from the
harvest moon, a carpet of
fruiting bodies
hide and seek
the moon and the leafless tree
waiting for the freeze
hide and seek
the moon and the leafless tree
on the verge of freezing
hide and seek
the moon and the tree and me
on the verge of freezing
hide and seek the moon
the tree and I
on the verge of freezing
forest clearing
all wait patiently
for the blue moon
a bored scarecrow
and wilted garden
in the moon’s spotlight
more howls than prayers
bouncing off
the full moon
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
— Betty Shropshire
moon landing
in the morning fog
by the reservoir
silver grass
reaching the golden Moon
and Kennedy hugging
the old moon
veiled in the red lace
of parting leaves
the old moon
veiled by parting leaves
red lace
the old moon veiled
by red lace
— the parting leaves
half a harbour fills
with the emerging
blue moon
wet suits glisten
in refracted
moonlight
Wish I’d seen the note about autumn AND the moon before now.
*
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
the full moon sketches itself
on the canvas
of fallen leaves
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
supermoon–
something in his backpack
to defeat bullies
revision
supermoon–
something in his backpack
to defeat the bullies
still not right
supermoon–
a sticker on his backpack
to turn the bullies aside
sorry
supermoon–
a sticker on his backpack
turns the bullies aside
sickle moon
super hero masks
the nurses wear
– Betty Shropshire
Thanks for the clarification, Marshall (moon plus another autumn reference)
crescent moon
a late salmon arches
over the falls
waxing moon
filling the estuary
with silver sea bass
rising moon
the first gingko leaf
drifts downstream
closing the vent
in the orchid house
silver moon
gibbous moon
this year’s rabbits
almost full-grown
rising moon
grandpa puts tinfoil bags
on his chrysanths
new moon
the rose of sharon
lasted a day
new moon
the blackness
of red maple leaves
dousing the lantern
to see the moon
hand in hand
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
eye to eye
with the moon
in the camera trap
*
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
supermoon…
the eye that fills
a camera trap
*
camera trap–
catching the moon’s
bluest eye
*
disturbing the foetal lie
the moon’s
irregular orbit
a bucket full of red worms
she slows her retrieve
in the cold light
cold sharp moonlight
touches ancient senses
as night descends
Or….
cold pale moonlight
shivers ancient senses
dark descends
bucket full of red worms
she slows her retrieve
under the cold light
The waning moon drops
into the pond as bubbles
rise to the surface
his moonlight serenade
her blushes
match the maple leaves
*
no need for lanterns
the harvest moon
highlights his epitaph
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
with her bow taut
Artemis takes aim
at the moon
correction:
only thing left
in the tin barrel
a bobbing moon
behind a blanket
of mackerel clouds
a blue moon
in crisp night air
under the hunters moon
a red fox pauses
inhaling crisp night air
under muted silver rays
whippoorwill calls out
I think I should have put a dash before whippoorwill. To separate it?
I am new to haiku.
Hi Carolyn:
I am sorry for the late reply. It is wonderful you have taken up haiku. I hope you are enjoying the process. Your haiku looks good to me and it doesn’t seem to require a break after “the whippoorwill”. Although, I am still somewhat uncertain about breaks in renku, myself. Here is Marshall’s statement about kiriji’s or breaks for this week’s writing: “…So, what we need now is 3 lines, in autumn with an aspect of the moon implied or stated. This can be a haiku and have a kireji or a break in it, but doesn’t have to…”. If I may, Carol Jones suggested a couple of weeks ago getting hold of the book, “Renku Reckoner”, by John Carley. I am planning on ordering one, myself. Carolyn, this is quite a lovely haiku! Hopefully, I was of some help.
Madeleine
Thanks Madeleine! I’ll look that one up, I need to read more haiku books to learn more. Thanks for the like on that haiku! I have imagery down, but need to work on that subtle wording that makes you think deeply about what it means. It’s tough!
You’re welcome, Carolyn. I am happy you asked that question: Marshall’s suggestions have helped me in my understanding, as well:)
Just so you know, carolyn, i’m one of those who favor no punctuation in haiku
Here, the line break separates “whipperwill . . .” just fine
but the first two lines have 4 adjectives; better to let your nouns do the showing
Marshall
Thank you! That helps me understand better.
Redo…
inhaling chill air
in moonlight
whippoorwill calls
edited–
crescent moons
sail across
the dew drops
more moons than a goblin
could ever howl at
in the dew drops
or:
in the dew drops
more moons than a goblin
could ever howl at
Betty you created a little masterpiece that brought me right into the woods with the deer. Thank you Marshall for your expert editing.
more moons than a timber wolf
could ever howl at
in the dew drops
revision–
a tiny fleet of crescent moons
skips and sails
across the dew drops
moon slices a path
over dark foggy water
boat drifts silently
orange moon
hanging over
a raccoon’s den
fire flies
dance
in its glow
only thing left
in the tin barrow
a bobbing moon
bright moon –
taking out the salted egg yolk
inside my mooncake
Congratulations Betty! A beautiful verse:)
full moon
matches the hue
of the wild fire
…
a golden glow
illumines a statue
in the cemetery
mooncakes ~
a layer of dust
on grandma’s shoes
Delightful, Betty!
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
—–
there
bold as brass
the moon!
just a glimpse
through chiaroscuro clouds
an elusive blue moon
.
tuning the strings
of his banjo
to a hash-tag moon
A gem, thanks Wendy!
thanks, Dan…you made my night!
glad this one resonated with you, though, not surprised.
bringing ever more laughter…
i recognized some jimmy fallon style in your thanking verse…with the shade tree.
Thank you, Marshall and everyone! Delighted to have my verse chosen and especially for Marshall’s help in bringing it in better focus!
Looking forward to the moon verses . . . did view the blue moon last night under a blazing haze of heat here in Texas. The mornings are definitely cooler but 100° F. temps will be with us for another month. Hoping those of you in Florida and the other coastal states are safe from Idalia’s ravages!
Best to all,
Betty
Congratulations, Betty. 🙂
I’ve heard (from a longtime haiku-writer friend who lives there) that it’s hot in Texas. People are worried that their water pipes will burst!
The ‘blue moon’ last night for me was a pale light behind thick, rolling clouds. The night before I caught a glimpse of it as it peeped out by chance from a thinner patch of cloud before it vanished again.
Hi, Loren!
Seeing the super blue moon was rare for us, too. Usually weather ruins celestial events where we are now in Texas. So keeping my fingers crossed that the upcoming annular (Oct. 14) & total (April 8) eclipses won’t be marred by weather as we’re well situated to see them! I’m planning to photograph them so on a binge to master the technique beforehand using new equipment for my camera. Old dog learning new tricks sorta thing! 😉
moonlight turning
the golden leaves
to silver
pitching this tent—
a moonbeam finds
the lost pole
also:
pitching this tent—
moonlight wraps around
the lost pole
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
texting her favorite
moon photo to everyone
on the family chat
*
fresh moon photos
to all
on the family chat
*
Congratulations Betty – a lovely verse, although I have to confess that I have never heard the term “deer notes”, always learning.
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
–Betty Shropshire
Congratulations Betty!
summer night
diving naked
into the moon
wilted scarecrow
waving to the moon
on a windy night
another
stray moon
following me home
fragments of moon
ripples
from the fisherman’s net
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
the fine drizzle of moonlight
on the mooncake…
equinox
and yet, another version:
are these moon petals
stotting across
the narrow lake
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
. . . . . Betty Shropshire
a trail of stars
and more waxing light
oak leaves on moss
**
vampire stories
illuminated by campfires
night clouds
**
correction:
are these moonflakes
stotting across
the narrow lake
are these moonflakes
slotting across
the narrow lake
the moon
in a silver bucket
of champagne
crescent moon
a silver salmon
leaps the falls
Congratulations, Betty!
bitter moon
taste bud rivals
in the feast
Congratulations, Betty.
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
blue super moon
even through
the curtains
I was hoping for that Robert, all I got was super moonlit clouds (sigh)
Hope I’m here for the next, in fourteen years time.
Carol, if it’s any consolation, all we got in Melbourne was “super-moon lit clouds” too, rolling from North to South the night before last , with one little peek almost straight above about 10:30 pm, so there was nothing “super” about its size by then. Last night the clouds were so thick one couldn’t even see a dim light where the moon would’ve been.
Hi Lorin, thanks for your reply. A tiny peek is all I had of it behind a blanket of mackerel clouds, it was a lovely sight and I did manage to take one good-ish moonlit clouds photo with a supporting role of an old ash tree. Here, too, the clouds became very heavy, so I gave up the ghost and went back to bed.
a stubble field
the scarecrow waits
for moonshine
barn dance
the full moon follows
an old couple home
Halloween drunk
the town clock morphs
into moons
Congratulations, Betty — very nice!
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
***
moonlight filigree
silvering the ripples
of the river
( I take it that the moon/moonlight is autumn if there is no other seasonal qualifier)
Hi Harrison. Yes, the word, ‘moon’ or the mention of a moon’s effects are traditionally taken to be autumnal but i’d like something besides the moon’s indication in this link to give us an autumnal feeling as well
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
boot prints gently scuffing
the hoof trodden
moondust
*
refugee camp
on the disposable plate
a girl draws the moon
Hello
Can we have the whole sequence of poem here, that way I can read the previous selected ones and try to be clear as to what to post. Just my suggestion, thank you.
I’ve already asked, Lakshmi. Seems if we want to read the poem as a whole we have to write it down ourselves.
Here ya go:
nothing dimmed yet
timber smoke scent
sifts into the house
Marshall Hryciuk
one by one
I pick plums off of the ground
Alfred Booth
a file of cars
overtaking a tractor
on the mountain road
Keith Evetts
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
Thank you!
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
a field of flowers
in plein air
captured for posterity
Congratulations, Betty, a gorgeous verse.
Congratulations Betty on your verse being selected.
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
–Betty Shropshire
passing clouds
the moon telegraphs
the coming season
another version:
rippling pond
on e v e r y wave
a shred of moon
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
races in the woods
the shadow of the moon
moving faster
So amazing , Betty! Wow! Congratulations!
Wow! That is so beautiful. I have never experienced this… it’s so beautiful I feel like I am there. Congratulations Betty! And thank you Marshall for this gem and explaining the indefinite and the notes echoing …. So beautiful.
i am so glad that Betty answered Marshall’s request. This is a fabulous verse….and i so wanted it to be included in the renku! Well done Betty!!! i love it.
And much kudos goes to Marshall for finding it…and placing his magic shine on it
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
rippling pond
in e v e r y wave
a shred of moon
Congratulations, Betty! A lovely, evocative verse. Thanks Marshall, for the comments and selection.
*
drawn out deer notes
echo in the coolness
Betty Shropshire
*
stretched canvas…
the full moon
sketches itself
*
or:
open air–
the full moon sketches itself
on the stretched canvas
**