The Renku Sessions: Way of the Wind – Week 5
I am John Stevenson and I will be your guide for a twenty-stanza, nijûin, renku.
I’ve been a bit distracted during the past week. As administrator for the Peggy Willis Lyles Haiku Awards, I’ve been busy keeping up with entries as the June 1 submission deadline approaches. Over 400 poets have entered, so far, and additional entries are still coming in fast. As a result, I haven’t previously commented here upon some things that, in my mind, eliminated some of this week’s verse offers.
Many verses, for instance, named a color. Since the hokku names a color (green), we won’t want to name another for some time, if at all, in the remaining renku verses. This does not prelude the use of words that present a strong image of something colorful. But we will want to name the thing and not the color of the thing.
And, while I did say in the instructions that, “the tone should remain sedate and somewhat formal,” I should probably have expanded upon this. In Introduction to World-linking Renku Shinku Fukuda writes, “Pleasant or peaceful themes should be used in this part…too strong impressions or controversial themes such as God, Buddhism, love, uncertainty, recollection, poor health, a place name and people’s names are not included.” The good news is that we will be able to write much more freely, starting with the very next verse.
In the meantime, here are some verse four offers that I enjoyed:
setting her ringtone
to a temple bell
John Hawkhead
Many of you opted to link to the “chime” of verse three with another sound. Here is a pleasant example. While we will want to save religion for later in the renku, the balance between temple and technology might be considered to create an equilibrium between the topics. Unfortunately, we probably also want to save technology for later verses.
practicing for the dance
with spoons for castanets
Keith Evetts
Another approach that some of you took was to link through other kitchen items. Keith Evetts offers us spoons and projects them into the future, in a different room and making a sound that strongly contrasts to “chimes.” The gentle humor of this image presses but, for me, does not quite transgress the tonal quality required in the jo.
waving at the neighbors
with a fresh cup in hand
Clysta Seney
Here’s a verse that takes something from the kitchen to a new location. The tone is right, and one can take something different from the verse, depending upon whether we imagine the cup in the gesturing hand or in the other. In the former picture, the message might be something like, “The coffee’s ready. Come and join me.” And in the latter, it might just be a friendly, “Good morning.”
an anniversary gift
of a completely cleaned car
Debbie Feller
I like verses that link through a somewhat broader gap. Instead of sound to sound, or kitchen item to kitchen item, this verse asks us to consider something less direct. For me, I pictured the chiming pots of the previous verse as hung in a spotless display of gleaming copper, perhaps only touched by a breeze as the cook enters the kitchen in the morning. This domestic image might link to other gestures of taking our shared things back to a state of “newness.” We will want to save the idea of an anniversary in case someone wants to use it when we get to the love verses. But I did enjoy it here.
mesmerized by
the ASL interpreter
Chris Patchel
And then, there is the sound of silence.
My final choice comes down to two candidates. And a hard choice it is.
she presses her design
into the bowl’s soft clay
Ellen Compton
The link is “pots” but this one is quite different, being in the process of creation and still soft and malleable. In that sense, it matches our current place in the renku. We’ve already got some elements that may prove to have shaped the completed work to come, but that remains to be seen. If we used this verse, we would be starting with air (wind), water and earth (clay). And perhaps it would not be too much of a stretch to think of fire as a kitchen necessity. My only reservation relates to the pronouns (she, her). We have a pronoun in the hokku. And we may want to hold off on pronouns because they occur so naturally in the love verses.
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
There are at least a couple of ways of imagining this. Perhaps it links through sound – “chime” to whatever sort of music we imagine this busker making. And perhaps there is another sound as a coin is tossed into the cap and strikes other coins. Alternatively, we can imagine that the busker is just setting up and has “seeded” his hat with a few bills and a coin to hold them down. That is a pleasant mirroring of where we are, having taken the necessary steps to complete the introductory section of our renku.
It’s almost a coin toss. Here is what I have selected as our fourth verse:
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
Here is what we have, so far:
Way of the Wind
green barley—
we follow the way
of the wind
Lorin Ford
kids playing pooh sticks
with plum blossoms
Linda Weir
the long day opens
with a chime of pots
on the kitchen island
Laurie Greer
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
We are now moving from the “jo” to the “ha” and we need a strong change in tone and content. You are now invited to submit up to five verse five offers.
The requirements for verse five will be as follows:
- A three-line verse of seventeen syllables or less
- With either a winter or summer moon image (the literal moon or moonlight)
- Without a grammatical break
- Linking in some way to verse four (and in no obvious way to previous verses)
For this renku, we will be using this site (http://www.2hweb.net/haikai/renku/500ESWd.html) as the source for our season words and images.
I will be reviewing your offers until midnight on Monday, May 31 (New York time). On Thursday, June 3 there will be a new post in which I will announce my selection of the fifth verse, comment on some of the other offers, and issue instructions for writing verse six offers.
Thank you, everyone,
John
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a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
moon
in the shadows
of the crow’s caw
fire cracker
filling the night sky
starlight moon
cloak moon
at the drop
of the flintlock hammer
cool moonlight
shining on
fountain wishes
5/30/2021 by wendy © bialek
scarecrow waving
at the moon
on a windy night
Verse 3
…
under an indifferent moon
the woman huddles
in the sleet
slow moon
the firefly
dies first
* * * * * *
full moon
sails
half past the river
* * * * * *
partial eclipse
the moon wanes
behind the dangling leaf
Priscilla Arthur, Accra, Ghana.
slow moon
the firefly
dies first
full moon
sailing
half past the river
partial eclipse
the moon wanes
behind the dangling leaf
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
.
Andrew Shimield
.
ten bucks buys
a raffle chit for a moonlit
oyster feast
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
the cat’s eyes
fixed on moths
dancing in moonlight
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
trailing a dewy path
of popcorn
lit by the summer moon
rays through gaps
of thatched moon
from child’s catch and play
********
me getting ready
for title of my novel
‘moon in your forehead ‘
***********
spreading a full
spree of dinner time
in the summer moon
*********
living through
only light of summer moon
in farmer’s smile
***
moonlight tilts
in the gurgling waters
of her pot
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
****
on a white expanse
under the summer moon
our love will be …
Nani Mariani
Nani Mariani
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
****
moonlight on your face
also the scent of roses
i always miss mom
Nani Mariani
scratching off
priceless moons
onto straw mats
5/30/2021 by wendy © bialek
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
hands in pockets
a small crowd stamps
in the winter moonlight
bumping the glass
under the summer moon
a maybug hums
love this verse, andrew, congrats on its inclusion in our great way of the wind renku!
thanks john for your continued guidance.
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
the moon’s
magic caught
in a weir
5/30/2021 by wendy © bialek
moonlight
drifts across
snow covered mountains
lost penny
shining in the summer moonlight
finds a new pocket
shorter version . . .
lost penny
in the summer moonlight
finds a new pocket
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
first bonito
in the moon’s glitter path
eludes our grasp
*
or:
first bonito
in moonlight
fends off our take
or:
under moonlight
the first bonito
stays uncontained
early moonrise
burnishes the garb
of festival goers
This one is a fun challenge. Here are my contributions:
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
moonrise
over San Juan bonfires
double the magic
.
just enough light
by the strawberry moon
to count the take
.
at the summer fair
star and moon tattoos on the hands
of the palm reader
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
night too short
to tarry
with the moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
warming up
for the super moon
with fireworks
*
desert’s first snow
shape-shifting shadows
under the moonlit sky
– Betty Shropshire
or:
desert’s first snow
shape-shifted forms
under the moonlit sky
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
this winter moon
from its pockmarks
is only an avatar
the neighbours’ sitz bath
on their garden deck
basks in moonlight
hopping
to better frame
the winter moon
***
the teeth chatter
with the frost but …
the moon
***
crystal goblets
to celebrate
the great winter moon
***
drops leaping
from the icicles
in the moonlight
***
footprints
of a run in the snow
under the moon
gazing at the full
moon and then burning
the suicide note
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
***
from behind the window
the frog sang melodiously
I’m insomnia …
Nani Mariani
Verse 2
…
only the moon
saw him burn the notes
in the fireplace
Verse 1
…
snow pellets by moonlight
and her cardboard shelter
collapses
that pesky mosquito
ought to be fuller than
tonight’s moon
– Betty Shropshire
leopard frog
stalks the moonlit lily pads
for shooting stars
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
***
backpacker
is chasing memories
accompanied by the moon
Nani Mariani
the newly minted moon
lights up the snowy hills
for free
arms akimbo
tarantella dancers whirl
into the moonlit square
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
flamenco festival
in city hall
the night of a super moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
a violinist plays
a nocturne
in the moonlight
.
an old warbler joins
him in a duet
under the summer moon
.
the winter moon shines
on the guitarist composing
a new song
.
a guitarist strums
a folk song
on the moonlit street corner
.
Nancy Brady
amendment:
under the summer moon
an old warbler joins him
in a duet
well-dressed snowmen
mouthing old pipes
aglow in moonlight
– Betty Shropshire
how moonstruck
to streak
the snowy quad
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one more slight revision:
.
city park festival
with flamenco
under a super moon
fireflies and moon
light trapped in a
pickle jar
beneath the moon
a wolf moans on a cliff
white as bone
roosters crow
at dawn but i, yes i,
yodel in the moonlight
a forward dive
cleaves
the moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
— Andrew Shimield
*
on the patio
neglected jasmines
gasping for moonlight
congrats to Andrew … and now for a moon .. hmmmmm …
**
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
—Andrew Shimield
**
at the snow festival
the zipline whizzes past
the very moon
#3
tree branches
trimmed for safety
now the moon peeps in
#4
colorful laundry
on the pulley clothesline
drying by moonlight
Congrats Andrew!
.
.
summer moon
low on the hips
of the horizon
.
summer moon
currently identifying as
a dangling participle
.
all crack
the thunder moon
smokes the rent money
.
ever faint
the day moon
airing
.
careful
what you wish for
hunger moon
.
.
love your image,
“the hips of the horizon”
Thanks Jonathan! I thought it might be a good segue to the upcoming love verse.
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
after the concert
the moon and the park
in dawn twilight
at the crossroad
moonlight
lights the way
rolling in
on the midnight train
wheels of moonlight
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
after the concert
the moon and the park
in dawn twilight
Meera Rehm
Uk
riffling the river
a swirl of otter cubs
dances round the moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
mother always says
an upended moon
brings winter showers
windows wide open
to cooling moonlight
this summer night
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
… Andrew Shimield
.
rugging up
for our neighbourhood’s
blood moon eclipse party
.
clear and cold
for our neighbourhood
blood moon eclipse
.
moonlight too
lingers a while
by the brazier
Ah, as we’re moving on, perhaps lingering isn’t a good idea.
moonlight
splashes
in the waterfall
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
****
sound from
melodious guitar
full moon
Nani Mariani
a coin in the cup
of the street busker
a drop
in the ocean
red moon eclipse
a coin in the cup
of the street busker
a drop
in the ocean
a glow of the moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
.
Andrew Shimield
.
the festival in the park
with flamenco
and a super moon
or perhaps better would be
.
city park festival
with flamenco
and a super moon
#2
colorful clothes left
on the pulley clothesline
drying in moonlight
Congratulations Andrew! And thank you, John, for enjoying the cleaned car verse.
with the trees branches
now trimmed for safety
the moon peeps in
Am slightly confused (it doesn’t take much to be honest!). I don’t know if I’m missing something, but if we’re only supposed to use moon images from that one site, the only ones it mentions are “summer moon” and “winter moon”. Seems a little restrictive. Anyhow, those are the ones I’ve gone with.
*
under a winter moon
the tuneless howl
of a would-be wolf
*
beneath the summer moon
a song stilled
on dead lips
*
on a freezing night
his bare head
brings two winter moons
*
beneath the summer moon
she pays
for her sacrifice
*
the change
she sweats through
under a summer moon
The moon, by itself, is considered an autumn kigo. To write a winter or summer (or spring) moon verse, you need to add a winter or summer (or spring) kigo. For example “firefly.”
.
fireflies
in a moonlit
arbor
.
In this example, “fireflies” makes it summer and “moonlit” makes it a moon verse.
Oh. Don’t see buck or “Buck Moon” on the list so maybe that’s not enough here, so maybe this version will fit:
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
the buck moon
cools
a lost lottery ticket
*
Sorry, my second offering should be edited thus:
on the summer pond
a loon’s calls
shiver the moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
—Andrew Shimield
the rising moon
lays a straight path
to the beach
*
on the summer pond
a loon’s calls
shivers the moon
*
shining on snow
the moon creates
an aha moment
*
from the hot spring
a clear view
of the solstice moon
*
the moon and fireflies
arrive in time
for the bonfire party
Kristen,
.
Our list of season words lists bonfire as a winter kigo and fireflies as summer. This verse has to be a summer OR winter moon verse. It can’t be both at once. As I have mentioned in the past, kigo are not always intuitive. While I have enjoyed summer bonfires, we have to work with the specified list of kigo.
Congratulations Andrew!
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
————Andrew Shimield
waning quarter moon
gives what it can
to the winter city
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
the buck moon
pieces together
a lost lottery ticket
*
a frozen receipt
glares back
at the moon
*
revising to:
the frozen receipt
glares back
at the moon
too jarring following Andrew’s “a” with another “a” verse
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
– Andrew Shimield
•
cities blanketed
by the first snow
under a full moon
– Betty Shropshire
well done Andrew
********************************
just a drop
in the bucket from
this winter’s moon
*********************
summer concerts
on the pier by
the light of the moon
****************************
at a loss for words
neath the sultry
summer moon
*********************
Blue Bayou in
low A under a sultry
summer moon
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimiel
—
#3
watching
tonsured cloud surround
the strawberry moon
#4
in winter moonlight
a bittersweet song
to empty streets
#5
a silver quarter
enough for a moonful
of summer song
Afterthought: my #5 is intended to be read/spoken without a grammatical break, but if you feel the flow would be better, it can be amended by adding ” ‘s ” to read:
a silver quarter’s
enough for a moonful
of summer song
Ah, John, I see from your other somments that ‘silver’ will rule this one out. And so, I’ll amend #5 simply to:
a quarter’s
enough for a moonful
of summer song
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
.
this winter moon
as pale as the moons
of winters past
.
Congratulations, Andrew, well done indeed and what a clever selection, John! 🙂
Without any further ado, “a coin” opens a link to the moon because of the shape and, in the case of the recent moon, the colour of a newly minted, rose copper coin as well.
I watched the moon go through the eclipse the night before last. (That is, I saw the moon rise and after that checked outside my back door every 10 minutes or so. ) Before the eclipse began, the moon was big and full and looked like a shining, brand new, rose copper penny. The eclipse shadow moved like a big dark thumb pushing slowly across the shining moon’s surface, from my left to my right, until even the last bright sliver was darkened. Then it reversed. Luckily the sky was clear for the duration, and the two pointers and the Southern Cross were clear and bright to my right, too.
They called it a “super blood moon” but from my vantage point it wasn’t a red moon at all. (The only red moons I’ve ever seen have been in the wake of bushfires… caused by all the ash particles in the air)
um … correction “. . .from my right to my left. . . “and the Cross & its pointers were to my right, above, as well.
Congratulations, Andrew! Glad you chimed in with such an outstanding verse. And thanks, John, once again, for helpful comments
this is just for fun!
*
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
the new moon
worth its weight
in grime-laden snow
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
— #2
cool evening moonlight
dances on a slice of lemon
in my gin fizz
or ‘plays on a slice of lemon’ if preferred
Loving it so far! Well done all.
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
— #1
her silver hair
and everywhere
winter moonlight
As I said in my commentary, we won’t want to name a color soon, if at all. So, no “silver.”
Thanks, John. I’ll scratch that then, and substitute for #1:
a moth
caught between the streetlamps
and the moon
Congratulations Andrew
Well done Andrew, you’ve taken us to the streets. And, thank you John for your commentary weaving how renku works with why you choose the verses. And, for mentioning my neighborly verse.
Thanks for choosing this, John.
I did put up another post saying that I thought this verse was too close to dropping blossoms into the water for pooh sticks (verse 2). But if you are happy with it – so am I.
a coin in the cap
of a street busker
Andrew Shimield
*
four chopsticks
paint the outline
of the hot moon
*
Congratulations Andrew, a marvellous image to follow Laurie’s.
Nice one, John.