Today I’m writing three haiku using Ronovan’s prompt words for this week : charm and look.
My first two haiku are the usual 5,7, 5 format but the last one is 3,5,3 thought I’d try that for a change.
My haiku is based upon a character in my manuscript, who I intend to develop so I thought I’d write this haiku with her in mind…
Sad Mirror Girl
The Sad Mirror Girl
Look but you can never touch
Her sweet charms are locked
Look! Lost child’s report
Weird reflections greet her now
No charm can save her
Look! How her Tears fall
Captured in charming glass walls
Lonely Mirror girl
Look! Spell cast
A Puzzle perhaps
No escape?
© Marjorie Mallon 2015 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.
Poor soul, can you imagine? I think I will really have to get my sad hat on to write more about this particular character.
I’ve got to get ready for work now, must dash, hope that The Mirror Girl piqued your interest.
Bye for now, got to fuel up with a good breakfast…. Not sure if I’ve got time for eggs and bacon but you can always imagine can’t you…
Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx
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Welcome to my blog: M J Mallon - Kyrosmagica Publishing. A blog about magic, books, writing, laughter, and much more! I'm a YA fantasy author, poet and reviewer. My first YA fantasy novel The Curse of Time - Book 1 - Bloodstone is set in Cambridge and Book 2 - Golden Healer is now out too. As well as this, I have contributed to several anthologies, created my own with some amazing international writers, bloggers and creatives during the pandemic: This Is Lockdown and written two poetry collections: Lockdown Innit Poems About Absurdity & Mr. Sagittarius Poetry and Prose. I write book reviews on my blog and on Goodreads, book bub and on my bookstagram. I have a penchant for travel and have relatives in far flung places, Australia, Malaysia, and Singapore, (my birthplace.) I grew up in in Bonnie Scotland, in Edinburgh, and now live in Cambridge. I love sunny, hot places, particularly Rome, Venice, Portugal, Barcelona, and I forgot to mention the sun drenched beaches of the Caribbean, how could I? I am lucky to have been blessed with two lovely daughters and a husband who I fondly refer to in this blog as my black sheep. Family joke! With my passion for travel, culture, beautiful beaches, good food, books, theatre, writing, and humour, I hope to keep you entertained. I'm loving every minute of this creative journey, please join me.
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Great haiku! 😊
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Thank you Ritu. 🙂
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Oh, I’m feeling rather sad and worried about The Mirror Girl. I enjoyed these haikus and it’s definitely whetted my interest to read more. 😀Have a good day at work and hope it isn’t too manic!
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Thank you Annika. It was terribly manic today I have to say – I just about survived!
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Sorry to hear that but not surprised. Weekend before Chrsitams is usually looney time. Hopefully you have some new material for stories or character studies, Some wine to recover perhaps?
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Yes, I do have some more stories so it is all good… Popped round a friends after work and indulged in a bit of mulled wine!
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The Mirror girl is intriguing.
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Thank you, I’m looking forward to developing her character. 🙂
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Love this!!!
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Thank you Lynz. 🙂
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most welcome. hope you are well!
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I am and you Lynz? Hope you are well too.
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We are very well thanks!
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That’s fabulous Marjorie, even if it is sad, yet intriguing. I’m sharing to my Haiku Pinterest board. 🙂
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Thank you Debby appreciate the share. 🙂
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🙂
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“Captured in charming glass walls” – I love that line and all it implies. Well done.
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Thank you glad you enjoyed my haiku. 🙂
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