I thought I’d go for three posts today.
The day continued with coconut macaroons which Julia bought on her way home, plenty of tea and a takeaway curry. Yes, standards are declining. I meant to cook while she was out, but went to sleep in front of TV after lunch (I missed that bit out in the last post, I expect).
After that there was a bit more poetry, some computer games and a bit of TV. All in all the third part of the day was a little bereft of interest.
Apart from the recent issue of Blithe Spirit, the magazine of the British Haiku Society. I’ve had it a couple of days but only started to read it today. I’m not in it because I missed the cut-off date last time. I may, of course, not have been in it anyway, as nothing is guaranteed in these matters. (I’m not in the upcoming issue of The Haibun Journal either – and I did submit to them. I just didn’t make the cut. I report my successes, so it’s only fair I report some of the rejections too.)
Having said that, there are at least five haiku in Blithe Spirit which are familiar, as they are very close to things I have written. That’s good news in a way, as it means I must be on the right track. It’s also bad news, as I can’t submit mine now without looking like I’m plagiarising. This is a danger with a popular form of poetry with a long list of rules and a short list of subjects. And a small number of syllables – you aren’t going to find many elephants or mergansers in haiku – but plenty of frogs and crows. It’s all about the syllables.
More domestic, but still as important, my TESCO shopping order was a disappointment again. I had four things missing including bin bags, apples, toilet roll and something I forget. This is annoying, particularly as I like their toilet roll (it’s one of the reasons I persist with their second -class delivery system) and it was out of stock last month too. On the other hand, I did get four loaves of bread. I don’t know how that happened but it did seem to add things I hadn’t ordered this week. I spotted most of them but obviously didn’t spot the extra bread.
Fortunately, they did have the cheesy footballs so Christmas is safe.
The featured image is of a goat statue in Llandudno. We missed a good photo of one of the wild ones. Again, I really should post on the goats. But I don’t. I just bang on about poetry, customers and sleeping in front of the TV.
Having the camera ready means carrying it draped round your neck and as that marks you out as a tourist, I never do it and am often caught out as a result. I am sorry that you missed the billy in the mist but it must still have been a fine sight to treasure in real life.
It is – a large golden-haired goat with magnificent horns. Seen from ten yards and shrouded in mist. It’s probably better in my memory than it would be if caught in a photograph.
Now come on, stop bleating – a poem about a goat beckons
It’s a possibility. The goats on the Great Orme are descended from goats given to Queen Victoria by the Shah of Persia. She gave a pair to Lord Mostyn. The billy we saw in the fog was magnificent, but we didn’t have the cameras ready . . .
Interesting
I like the goat statue photo. Is that a one horn goat or just the camera angle?
I am sorry you are not able to submit those poems to Blythe Spirit now. As you say, at least it shows you are on the right track.
It looks to me like a two-horned goat that has had a horn knocked off. I hadn’t noticed it until; now – just expected to see two.