I haven’t posted much recently with much of my poetic energy going into stretching myself at a poetry course at Queensland Writers Centre. Last month I wrote this haibun (prose and haiku) from a real experience.
Saturday 4:30am The front door bashed through my sleep with the weight of an arm that knows how to handle itself. Track suit pants struggle down the hallway as another knock took care of my remaining grogginess. The cold air hit my bare chest as I opened the door to the law stood cold with the kid from up the street. Morning sir sorry to wake you and make you stand here in the cold but Jonny here is charged by his Dad for trespassing on his property and stealing his bike. There is obviously a breakdown of relationship we understand you’re aware of already. An adult needs to sign for bail and you’re the closest to a parent he’s got. He’s to be at children’s court on Tuesday morning.
a father’s bike
resting under his house
– cold street air