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Postcard poetry: Soho square

soho square haibun

A June afternoon and Soho square is packed with people, lounging, lunching, scattering themselves like litter over the grass. Pigeons rest up – too hot for canoodling. Unwelcome squatters with little regard for the history of the half-timbered gardener’s hut, treating it as a luxurious dovecote , a crow’s nest even as look out for a snatched meal. Through the open doors of St Patrick’s, shade seekers, ecclesiastic enthusiasts and church goers are lured. The latter know it is the feast of the Sacred Heart. Spoken in 3 languages, a mass for the mix of congregation to comprehend whilst a lapsed Catholic has no understanding of how she came to be here this day.

prayers in strange tongues
city doves hum the refrain
June lifts all our hearts

A haibun written as a Quotidian – an ordinary happening – for dVerse Poet’s Pub

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one blog for playing with photography @ eljaygee and the other with a weakness for words @ Tell Tale Therapy

22 thoughts on “Postcard poetry: Soho square

  1. Oh this was wonderful… love the thought of the mix of people actually… maybe paying too much respect would have destroyed it also, after all the church should be a part of the world, not apart.

  2. A great moment.. sometimes just the energy of a place, faith or its absence notwithstanding, creates a beautiful feeling of peace and hope.

  3. I enjoyed the snapshot of the place – the birds, the people and the church ~ That must have been difficult to follow with all 3 languages, smiles ~ This line made me smile:

    Pigeons rest up – too hot for canoodling

  4. The contrasts between the devout and non; works well and leaves your reader wondering at which side of the fence the narrator resides, at heart. Well done!

  5. Your words really capture this place. I like your description of the irreverence at a reverent spot. Such is life, no?

  6. Oh how I enjoyed this. Like true snapshots of people, the place, the birds…the rest from the world and it’s hectic pace. And with all going on, there is hope and peace here.

      1. I read the other day that a haiku was the blending of the finite with the infinite, the here and the now. I found that a lovely explanation. Just keep nature in it and you will do fine. The lines can be 5-7-5 or short-long-short (ncounted) whichever is easiest for you.

  7. Wonderful indeed — I loved following you here. Snapshots, cameos of life on the corner. I especially love how the haiku adds to the mix…..very well done!

  8. I love the feel of this–as an on-again Catholic! Having been on both sides of the door–I sometimes ask the birds to pray in my stead. They are just what they should be.

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