Haibun Monday – Handwriting


I learned to write script before cursive. Most people do, I suppose.
I don’t remember it being a particularly difficult task. I remember the inkwell on the desk, dipping pen in, then putting it to paper. My handwriting style was nurtured and guided by my teacher, Mrs Beckford. Long tailed letters like ‘y’s & ‘p’s were not to overlap with the letters on the lines below. That was the rule of the stern Mrs Beckford. Not abiding by this rule meant her writing corrections in red ink all over your paper, which meant it had to be rewritten.
My handwriting is a mix of script and cursive. This is quite odd looking. I often wondered why that was. I never consciously put Mrs Beckford in the mix. But clearly, she has been lingering.

line of clouds
warm breeze smells of rain
parched school yard

Pat R


For dVerse Poets Pub where thoughts turn to: Handwriting




War – Poetics Bold Tribute

…”Quaint and curious war is!”

Sons and daughters one and all
Go forth and live your young lives

As now, leaders who declare war
face each other like jousting knights
The rest of us shall stay home and place bets

Pat R


Inspired by:

“Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You’d treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown.”
⁃ Thomas Hardy
from, ‘The Man He Killed’

For dVerse Poets Pub


Bounce -A Quadrille

Photo of my creek

waters of the creek
runs with abandon
living life at will
bouncing, gurgling
shifting shape
swirling, whirling
spitting bubbles
cavorting over rocks
hugging the shore
wrapping around boulders
tumbling mini precipice
in noisy splashy rush
roaring in its bounce
living life out loud

Pat R


For dVerse Poets Pub