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ObsidianOrb

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Reciting haiku
« on: February 19, 2022, 02:03:05 PM »
A korobokuru and three rokuma sat around a campfire eating crab meat, and fish. As they waited for daybreak one of them began to sing. They talked and planned what they would do at sunrise. One of the rokuma, a woman called Hiroko also sang, her song was of sorrow and reflection of being far from home unable to return, because her singing voice was not very good she said that she would compose a haiku.

She began to write the haiku on a collection of scrolls which she bound with dry river grass, the binding was not very strong and sometimes sheets would become loose and she would lose them. Whenever she noticed that she had lost some of the scrolls she composed another and added it to her collection. Sometimes the scrolls could be found blowing in the wind in Barovia, caught on bushes, or fallen tree branches.

     
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Lost in the dark mists

light shines the way ahead once more

winter storm, hope fades again
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ObsidianOrb

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Re: Reciting haiku
« Reply #1 on: February 26, 2022, 11:25:55 AM »
Hiroko sits in the lady's rest waiting for the sunrise. After resting and eating, she thinks for a short time of what to write. Her bottle of tsuika sits on the table, she savours the taste and wishes that she could drink the plumb sake of Rokushima taiyoo again.

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Brandy sits sweet in bottle

bitter tears recall lover long since past

intoxication, soon fades the memories

ObsidianOrb

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Re: Reciting haiku
« Reply #2 on: March 20, 2022, 10:16:02 AM »


Hiroko sits, gazing at the moon in Dementlieu in the Quater Publique. She thinks of recent events, her chance meeting of Katayama Yasutsugi and his sister Mimoko. She wristes another haiku.

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The harsh frost of winter

bows to the coming of spring time

buds open slow with trepidation

ObsidianOrb

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Re: Reciting haiku
« Reply #3 on: April 02, 2022, 08:30:10 PM »
Hiroko wanders the forest collecting mushrooms, she pauses a moment to take in in the vista, sunlight pierces the canopy illuminating the misty damp forest floor. A tiny white spider sack catches her eye inside a rotten tree trunk. She watches it for a moment as spiderlings emerge and begin to cannibalise one another, her imagination wanders.

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Siblings hatch from silken cocoon

rejoice as mother nature thrives,

beauty fades, natures cruelty returns