Dreaming Shapes in the Mist: Haibun

I am dreaming. I traipse across the moors in Brontë country. It’s almost Halloween, and back home I’ll soon be carving jagged smiles on pumpkin faces. As I walk, the sun sinks lower in the sky, deepening the grass’s golden glow. Shadows walk with me, till they are obscured by the darkness. Night lays a black shroud over the naked trees and heathered knolls, covering them completely. A fine misty rain obscures my vision even more. It kisses me all over, lightly like a playful lover, until I am weakened and drenched. I stand, uncertain where to go or how to find my way home. At the sound of a ghostly screech, I jump, then laugh a bit at my fright. It’s just a barn owl. There’s nothing here to frighten you, I tell myself–until cold fingers wrap themselves around my wrist. I try to call out, but no sound emerges from my throat. I try to wake, but I cannot. I am dreaming I tell myself as the bony fingers pull me down to the cold, damp ground.

 

Shapes in the darkness

nightmares come in autumn’s mist

Jack’s crooked mouth laughs

 

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George Lambert, “Moorland Landscape with Rainstorm,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I’ve been told a true Haibun is supposed to be based on a real experience, but I decided to have a bit of seasonal fun with this. I suppose it is flash fiction with a haiku, but I’m calling it a Haibun. This is for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The prompt words were mist and shape.

 

 

33 thoughts on “Dreaming Shapes in the Mist: Haibun

  1. Excellent! I haven’t heard or read that a Haibun should be about a personal experience. I hope not. Mine would bore people blind! LOL! I like to think that we can follow the rules as to form as closely as possible while still being creative and writing in the present tense – just like you did! Excellent creepy Haibun! I should make that a thing! LOL! ❤

    • Thanks so much. It wasn’t an actual dream, but I’ve had dreams where I’ve felt paralyzed, and I’ve dreamed of the Bronte area, and I remember being scared by the ghost in Wuthering Heights. I just put it all together. 🙂

  2. The imagery of the damp night’s air being misty and the low visibility being “like a black shroud” were realistic. Then, the fingers wrapping around your wrist sends me into terror mode. If I felt clutching on my own hands I’d be the screeching Robin, not a barn owl!
    I took a picture of the full moon with clouds creating a jack o’lantern. At first, it looked like a “horn” in the top over a face. It was like a devil’s growth, then someone helped me to see a “stem.” Yay, much better! No ghouls!

  3. Pingback: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Tuesday Challenge No. 54: GHOST & HAUNT – ✨Colleen Chesebro✨The Fairy Whisperer ✨

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