Ligo Haibun Challenge – Monsoon

The sky parted with tiny drizzles, hesitant as to how they would be received. Finding no resistance, the sky poured with audacity. Birds flew to their nests, except one. This was a tiny sparrow, seemingly having no nest of its own, decided to take shelter in my balcony. I waved my hands, trying to shoo it away. It flew away and returned, continuing this act for a few minutes.

“Let it be.” said my little brother. “What does it eat?”

He got cooked rice from the kitchen and left some in the balcony. The sparrow looked at the rice, while eying us suspiciously. We left the balcony and forgot the sparrow. But, we found it in the evening in the huge neem tree, sharing grains of rice with another sparrow.

Rain parts with earth

grains of friendship

take root in balcony

Alastair’s Photo Fiction – The Antique Piece

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Roddy smiled at his ingenuity. A big fight had erupted amongst his siblings over their deceased father’s property. His eldest brother successfully bargained for the estate and his youngest brother got the villa. Roddy’s sister walked away with all the jewellery. When it came to Roddy’s turn, he asked for the old wall clock. His siblings smiled at his eccentricity. The clock was just a decorative piece, which did not even function. Little did they know of its value.

His father had confidentially told him of its worth and Roddy’s thoughts often returned to the wall clock. He received it without an argument. He had already arranged for an auction and expected an unimaginable amount to secure him for life.

Roddy was unable to sleep before the night of the auction. He had just turned off the lights when he heard a loud gong. He hurried to the living room to find the wall clock glowing red in the darkness. The hands in the clock moved together erratically as if in a dance and the gong sounded louder. Roddy shut his ears against the deafening noise until he could hear no more.

Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.

Ligo Haibun Challenge

Welcome to the Ligo Haibun Challenge. Thank you for the wonderful response last week on the Ligo Haibun Special. Before we move to this week’s challenge, let us check out the honourable mentions for last week’s Ligo Haibun Challenge.

Reading Pleasure: Celebration of nature in a foreign land evokes the desire for home. Haiku written with depth and meaning

Penny: A haibun that cherishes every aspect of nature and relishes its beauty. Don’t miss this one.

Peripatetic Eric: Somebody who feels the voice of nature in every moment of his outdoor life. Nature is a celebration of life and this is a glowing tribute.

The other honourable mention to be announced soon

The two choices for you this week are:

Monsoon

or

Haze

We welcome suggestions for word/phrase or visual prompts

Rules are below:

  • The haiku/collection of haiku related to the text to close. The haiku should be as authentic as possible, with no syllable count, no capitals or full stop, all ideally making 220 word max.
  • Wear the Ligo badge to the right with pride on your blog! And pin the Circle of Appreciation to your blog if you haibun is selected as an honourable mention!
  • Prizes are given on special occasions

After completing your haibun, add it to the link collection below.

And coming to the exciting part, here is a sample of giveaways for the winners of the challenge

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Friday Fictioneers – The Old Truck

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Copyright Indira, by way of Scott Vanatter

 

Rita looked out from her favourite window seat at the group of men on the top of an old truck. They shouted and whistled. Rita made a face and frowned at them. Her bus gathered momentum and Rita began to doze. She was awakened by screams and was conscious of feeling giddy and nauseated. Her bus toppled and her head hit the ground. Rita’s right hand felt paralysed and she was unable to move. She heard bikes, cars and buses pass by, but no one stopped. Then she heard noises and someone tried to help her up. She stood up with difficulty. Other passengers were also being helped by a group of men. They were slowly led towards the old truck.

Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Ligo Haibun Challenge – The Hawk

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I prepare for my next act while awaiting my girlfriend. The fresh field whispers to me as do a pair of giggling voices.  Those two girls whom I noticed during my fire-eating act are here again, looking at me. My girlfriend joins me. She immediately enquires if I was eying the two girls, instead of congratulating me on my previous performance. I shrug and pretend disinterest. This is the best thing to do. A vehement denial could prove that I am lying and an acknowledgement would provoke her insane jealousy. If she prods further, I would turn further irritated. But, she drops the topic as we prepare for our fire act.

Hawk watches

love birds

half-hidden behind leaves

Ligo

Alastair’s Photo Fiction – Impulsive

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Will gazed at the river sadly. The water was smooth, but what terrible secrets did it hide underneath?

Six months ago, he had travelled in the same road with his wife, Shaolin. They argued, as they often did. She insisted that they get their youngest enrolled in a new school as she found it difficult to pick and drop him. He argued that the present school was the best for beginners. Shaolin raised her voice and said that he never listened to her and this was just an example. Will screamed back and regretted the very day he married her. At this, she looked shocked at him for a moment. Then, she opened the car door and threw herself outside. A stunned Will stopped the car, but she picked herself and ran towards the river. All he could see was her white dress in the wind, then it disappeared with a loud thud.

He was devastated and his children were inconsolable. His loving eldest daughter had now stopped speaking to him. Shaolin had taken their happiness, hope and faith with her.

This was written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.

Ligo Haibun Special

Hi Friends,

We are back to celebrate Ligo Haibun special with you. Ligo (Jāņi), celebrated from June 23rd to June 24th, is the world’s largest festival of nature. It takes place in Latvia, and definitely outside the capital, Riga. Līgo, pronounced [Ligwa], is also the name of our Weekly Līgo Haibun Challenge, and because this week coincides with the Līgo festival, we have a Līgo special. Now on to the challenge, in which we also have prizes for the haibun selected for the Honourable Mentions in Dispatches.

  • This week you are required to choose TWO of the visuals in the slideshow below, and write a haibun using each one in your haibun. The two visuals can, and should ‘interact’ in your haibun. I have uploaded 17 images. To view the other images, do visit Pirate’s blog
  • Your haibun should have ‘nature’ or an aspect of nature as a general theme
  • Do not write anything about Līgo – which would be too difficult in context and stylistically

Good luck!

Add your haibun to the link below.

Now, getting to the honourable mentions for this week:

Sarah Ann Hall: It is not just the humans, but the nature and animals too long for the sun. Don’t miss Sarah Ann’s powerful haibun on sun.

KZ: A young girl leads the crowd with optimism and hope in dark times. Amazing descriptions and haibun

Reading Pleasure: A woman crushed by poverty and desperation. A perfect closing haiku to the narrative

Anja: The sun dances and the nature waits to be admired. But, life is not the same for a woman who moans the loss of her lover. Expressed beautifully in Anja’s haibun.

Jules: Historical facts coupled with deep thinking gives out a unique message

Kir: Just walk with the tow-headed boy to feel his enthusiasm and excitement.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Statue

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Dave’s wife walked away, fervently taking pictures of a parade in the vicinity. He had seen too many parades in his life. As he strolled around, his legs stopped in front of a gallery, eyes glued to the statue of a security man. It was an exact replica of a youthful Dave, even the uniform. Some passers-by looked curiously at the statue and Dave, recognising the identical features, despite his wrinkles.

Dave sat down, stunned, in front of the gallery. Was this just a coincidence? He had retired after 40 years of service with no pension and unappreciative employers. Now he felt strangely vindicated.

Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Pirate for the photo.

Ligo Haibun Challenge – Away from Home

The Sun

The bitter hungry sun bursts from the sky, malignantly burning everything in sight. This reminds me of my hometown, But, the sun is the only common factor. Everything else is foreign to me – the order, cleanliness and shining roads. People are friendly and the doors are open, but their hearts are unfortunately closed to me. I do not long for the muddy roads of my hometown, but just the sense of belonging.

Foreign shores

crude closeness wins over

distant politeness

Alastair’s Photo Fiction – Confused

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Roopa hesitated in the lawn of her palatial bungalow. A month earlier, she had eloped in the middle of a night to live with her boyfriend. A salesman at a boutique, he had seduced her with sweet talks and promises. An under-age Roopa ran away with him without informing anybody. Unable to live in a meagre income and missing her luxurious house, she had sneaked away when he was asleep.

She paused outside her house, when she heard voices.

“Aren’t you going to search for her?” asked her aunt.

“It is as well that she ran away. Now the property belongs to us.”

“She might come back to claim it.”

“Never. You left your house for me when I was just a boutique salesman. Did you ever go back?”

Her aunt made a face and did not reply.

Roopa stood for a few minutes in silence. Then she ran down the steps, hoping to reach his house before he woke up.

Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.