Red flickers crackle,
bruising the night's diamond pitch.
Wings flutter past skin.
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Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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Brilliantly expressed!!!
Gorgeous! This made me feel like I was sat around a campfire with friends on a very cold night!
Great haiku, Caroline <3
You built the atmosphere so well in just your first line. The nights diamond pitch. Oh that's lovely. It's such an original line. It's powerful in its vivid form. Especially followed by the wings fluttering past the skin. We could feel what lurks in the night. Very chilling and striking piece. 🤗❤️
Oooo, night's diamond pitch, I especially loved that!
This is a whole evening in three lines. What magic is this, Caroline? Just beautiful work. Wow. PS: I adore your bio. Made me giggle.
I love that second line, “bruising the night's diamond pitch.” it’s a somewhat violent image but also very colorful. Well done!
WOW Stunning work Caroline! 🫶🏾
Just stunning Caroline! Such gorgeous images and love the flow that all the internal rhymes add 🥰
God. Can I steal your brain and just write loads and get famous of your words and then give you it back? lol. Weirdest compliment ever? That's how it was meant. This was fucking gorgeous though. Well done doesn't seem enough.