mycelial hoard
whispering, gorging on death
constructing kingdoms
K.B. Silver
This one came to me last night. Too late to enter, unfortunately, but a haiku is always in fashion. LOL
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (3)
Oh no, so sorry you missed the deadline. Loved your beautiful photo and Haiku!
There will be future haiku challenges, and this one is fantastic. A challenge will form for it. 💖
I have no idea why, but mycelial is such a great haiku word