Picnic by the mining pond – Haibun & Haiku


The air is still. Caught in a time warp. We climb the little hill. Over the knoll lies the pond. It’s depths unknown. Or what lies at the bottom. The sand is fine. Quicksand fine.

The rattan food basket sits beside the fishing poles. The worms squirm, crickets huddle in the wire mesh box. Sun glares above. The air stays still.

We sit and wait. For fish to bite as stomachs rumble. The basket stays shut till mother gives her nod. Then its a mad scramble for hard boiled eggs and deep fried bean curd. Lukewarm milky tea is dad’s favourite.

Silence is so sweet

No ice nor heat interrupts

time is precious gift

Come write a haibun about a picnic at dVerse!

© Gina@Singledust

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