Daily Haibun – June 2nd

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Our oldest books are works of art. Bound in supple leather and painstakingly copied by scribes. Then came the first printing presses and books became streamlined in appearance. Later came bigger presses and books became cheap enough for ordinary people. 

When I was little dust jackets were there to protect the book cover underneath. Both the cover and dust jacket usually bore the same print.

Tonight I found myself (again) putting the dust jacket on a shelf to protect it. Because nowadays the cover is only printed on the jacket. The book underneath is plain. It’s cheaper to print that way.

The cover outside
Says nothing of the inside
Of books or people

© RedCat


Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.


Gutenberg Bible of the New York Public Library. Bought by James Lenox in 1847.
Photo: NYC Wanderer (Kevin Eng), CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Sounds In The Wind – A Puente Poem

Tawny Owl At Coach And Horses by John Law

Somewhere in the golden dusk a tawny owl calls
From another direction wooden wind chimes makes a dull sound
Over at the pub there’s cherry voices
Comforting homely noises
I lean against the ancient stone wall
Exhaustion pulling me to the ground
I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a minute

~I’m awakened by a trumpet~

Over the hill comes the crest of a centurions helmet
The air fills with the sound of marching feet
The rattle and clang of weapons and armour
I scramble for my bow and arrows
They fill the air like a flock of sparrows
The romans have come to another tribe uprising meet
Certain their might will make them the victors

©RedCat

Roman Soldiers by Jane Cornwell

I learned the Puente form just yesterday, and as I so often do, had to write another one as soon as possible to get a feel for the form. 

It can be both rhymed and unrhymed, both mine and rhymed, but with different rhyme schemes. This one has the following rhyme scheme: abccabd d defggef.

Inspired by all three works of art for today. To read all poems go to The Wombwell Rainbow.


The Sky Is Filled With Voices by Kerfe Roig
Jane Cornwell


likes drawing and painting children, animals, landscapes and food. She specialises in watercolour, mixed media, coloured pencil, lino cut and print, textile design. Jane can help you out with adobe indesign for your layout needs, photoshop and adobe illustrator. She graduated with a ba(hons) design from Glasgow School of art, age 20.

She has exhibited with the rsw at the national gallery of Scotland, SSA, Knock Castle Gallery, Glasgow Group, Paisley Art Institute, MacMillan Exhibition at Bonhams, Edinburgh, The House For An Art Lover, Pittenweem Arts Festival, Compass Gallery, The Revive Show, East Linton Art Exhibition and Strathkelvin Annual Art Exhibition.

Her website is: https://www.janecornwell.co.uk/
John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”
Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand PointingSilver Birch PressYellow Chair ReviewThe song is…Pure HaikuVisual VerseThe Light EkphrasticScribe BaseThe Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100Incandescent MindPea River JournalFiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Showcase: Étienne Léopold Trouvelot’s Astronomical Illustrations — irevuo

French artist, astronomer, and amateur entomologist Étienne Léopold Trouvelot is noted for two major contributions in his lifetime: the 7000 or so illustrations he created from his astronomical observations and the accidental introduction of the highly destructive European Gyspy moth in North America. Obviously, today we’re going to take a look at some of his most exquisite astronomical […]

Showcase: Étienne Léopold Trouvelot’s Astronomical Illustrations — irevuo

I thought some beautiful art, to give joy during these uncertain, isolated,
up-heaving times. Always happy to find new artist to enjoy. Wouldn’t mind having one of these in the bedroom.

Moments of History

© REDCAT

There’s weight to these moments

Will we rise to our loving brightest best?

Will we shoulder the burden of history with humble compassion?

Will we follow the enlightened path of equal value to all humans?


History is always written right in front of our eyes. Yet, we notice it not. Bogged down with living. But now and again a moment stands in stark contrast to humdrum everyday life. And we know in the marrow of our bones, that this will be in the history books.


The first such moment I remember where a morning in 1986, when the radio talked of nothing but the murder of the Swedish Prime Minister. I where to young to understand wholly, but I knew death, and I where already adept at reading feelings, so I noticed how every adult where affected.

In the 1989 the Berlin Wall fell, pulling down the Iron Curtain and ending the Cold War. Changing Europe and ending the Soviet Union. In 1991 Yugoslavia started to violently fall apart, and for a too well read Swedish girl it seemed like war in our backyard.

Then 2001, in the early IT era, first a report of a strange accident. A plane hitting a building in New York. News sites went down, rumors flew. People actually talked to each other in the subway that afternoon, pooling information. And let me tell you, we swedes do not talk to strangers when commuting – only addicts and crazy’s do that.
Then I where home, watching CNN, seeing the towers fall.
History was written, and the world changed again.

Christmas 2004, the third biggest recorded earthquake created a tsunami that killed hundreds of thousands, displacing millions. I can still remember the pictures of water rolling in, of people being swept away.

Since then countless of disasters, terror attacks and wars. Each important, each shaping the future, each giving us another chance to learn and grow.


The 2020’s started shaky, environmental disaster unfolding. Climate worry growing. Then a centennial re-occurrence. A global pandemic.

For weeks now I’ve heard the wings of history beat up a global storm. Felt the weight of living, seeing, feeling, writing trough history as it unfolds.

Wondering if there is ever words enough…

In my heart of hearts I hope we learn something worthwhile.

That we grow and evolve into a planet wide tribe of compassionate people.

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