30 August: dVerse Shelter

tea cup

Storms in a Teacup

There was all that thunder, it left the air tight as a strange brew of poison. I pour ginger tea in a shallow cup, my head is not mine, it thumps, and I open the window. Lilac-coolness fills morning’s voice with construction down the street and the rhythm of a lawn mower. Perhaps it’s my head, but the kitchen doesn’t feel like mine, it’s feels dreamlike and rose-white bright. There’s no shelter here from this buzz and flash, and I finish drinking the tea from a cup that always seems stained.

The edge of music
Time is jealous of roses
These meaningless words


For dVerse Haibun Monday: shelter. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter. Image from Unsplash

29 responses to “30 August: dVerse Shelter”

  1. This is strange and painful. A very evocative write.

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  2. Brilliant write. The haiku! Guess you’re describing symptoms if Covid.

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    1. Thank you. No, it’s a “storm migraine” caused by changes in the weather. Barometric usually.

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      1. Ok. 🙋🏻‍♀️

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  3. Is that a storm migraine you’re describing, Marilyn? A familiar feeling. I certainly felt the ‘construction down the street and the rhythm of a lawn mower’. And the stained cup. I love the haiku.

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    1. It is indeed, Kim. My doc calls them barometric migraines, but any abrupt change in the weather can set one off. I took a couple of tablets, and went back to bed. It’s amazing how much noise is around when your head is splitting.

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  4. drink some water. If you can find some that’s clean.

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    1. It’s what my doc calls a barometric migraine or a storm migraine. A big shift in weather causes it; plays chopsticks on the nerves leading from brain. I took some Nurofen Plus and went back to bed until they kicked in.

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      1. Oh dear I am hearing about all sorts of woes today. It’s my charity day and several of them weren’t doing well either.

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  5. The haiku leaves so much to consider. To be jealous of the rose, yes, indeed. The fragrant, vibrant beauty that perhaps once was. I adore this, Misky.

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    1. Thank you, K. Thank you, indeed. You’ve done my head good.

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  6. I’m guessing you get migraines. The haiku is the kind of dark, disjointed thoughts they induce.

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    1. Yes it was; barometric migraine caused by weather. I’m doing better now.

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  7. Wonderfully done.

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  8. I could feel your pain! Your imagery and descriptions bring your migraine to new levels. Excellent poetry!

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  9. I love that haiku… such a sense of black magic.

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  10. OH I love the way you packed so much into this using an array of sharp, interesting details. Stunning.

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    1. Thanks, and thanks for the prompt.

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  11. I don’t think I’ve ever cringed so much as I just did while reading this piece, Misky… I used to have killer migraines as a child – those were the absolute worst!


    David

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    1. Very unpleasant beasties. I hope you’ve outgrown them. I haven’t had one for ages but it certainly made up for lost time.

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  12. The state of our brain controls so much of what we see and feel. Vivid and urgent.

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