Here is this weeks attempt at the Haibun Thinking Challenge. Haibun is a Japanese literary form that combines one or more paragraphs of your written narrative (prose) with a concentrated (short) poem – the haiku. Hai stands for haiku, bun stands for prose. It’s a great way of getting your creative juices flowing, why don’t you follow the link and have a go.
There are 2 pictures to use as your prompt, I’ve used the one below –
A plump wrist reached out, hesitated and then withdrew. Gabrielle thought if he could just touch the notes, catch the music on his fingertips, he would be able to feel it, touch it and keep it forever. He didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound. He didn’t want anything to make the music stop. It reminded him of summertime and sunshine, of hayrides and lemonade. A time before the blackness came, before everything changed.
Micheal was bored. He was cold and tired and he was so hungry his head hurt. He opened his mouth but Gabrielle glared at him and he snapped it shut again. This music was rubbish. He looked back over the balcony at the shapes below, squinting his eyes to focus on the delicate swathes of grey and black that criss-crossed and danced. He flicked his eyes, open – shut – open –shut, fascinated by the kaleidoscope darting back and forth. It made his head hurt more.
At the back of the crowded room the first flicker of flames leapt from the candle to the curtain. Gabrielle and Michael saw the shimmer of red gold snap forward, retreat, and then snap back again; each stroke gaining just a bit more ground. Within seconds the curtain was engulfed, a few seconds more and the flames raged higher. Gabrielle smiled as the music played on. Michael watched entranced.
From out of the flames a cloaked figure rose from the shadows. Black as night and just a encompassing. Gabrielle and Michael heard the muted cries of the crowd below, their prayers rising higher as the heat grew stronger. The cloaked figure stood majestically in the chaos and fear, slowly raising out its arms. Gabrielle and Michael were ready. Sucking in a lung full of air they both looked towards the closed doorway and blew. Like the breath of God the swirling mist of air thundered through the flames knocking the oak door cleanly off its hinges, allowing the crowd to escape. The hooded figure turned, dropped to its knees and disappeared. Death would not feed today.
From innocent eyes,
Comes redemption and escape,
Angels watch and wait.