For Sherry’s prompt over at Real Toads, Homecoming. We are to write about the nostalgia of lost faces, lost loves, gone places. She offers up one of my favorite songs by the Beatles. I am using it for my haibun here. As the new usual I am writing in the old abbreviated form of the original haibun by Basho. this one is rather long – 98 words.
Bitter Kisses
When I was a child I pulled green blades of a daffodil still wet with rain. I wanted to see how it tasted. I placed the green blade between my lips – slowly pulling using my tongue to feel the sharp edge of the bitter green blade. Years later after kendo, my lover and I stood in the rain and kissed. He had daffodil lips. I drank in their cool wetness and my tongue probed the sharp edges of his teeth and the slightly bitter taste of his lips.
hot kisses –
bitter daffodils –
love withered away
kanzen sakura 