Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Another new episode of our haibun feature is at hand now. This two weeks I have chosen for the next theme for your haibun fairytale. So please write your own fairytale-haibun and share it with us all here on Carpe Diem.
To inspire you all I have copied an earlier post of my at the beginning of Carpe Diem. The prompt then was Nightingale and I shared the fairytale of the Nightingale ... I love to share that fairytale again here and I have 're-done' it to a haibun form.
a Nightingale is singing it's song
for the joy of the world
hits me deep down inside of me -
tears rolling down
wound up to sing it's song -
the sound of water
artificial Nightingale's broken -
|Credits: The Nightingale|
Five years passed, and a real sadness came upon the land. The emperor was ill and not expected to live much longer. Cold and pale, he stayed in his royal bed. One day, the emperor awoke with a strange weight on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw Death sitting there. He had put on the emperor's golden crown, and held in one hand his sword of state, and in the other his beautiful banner. All around the bed and peeping through the long velvet curtains, were a number of strange heads — some very ugly, and others lovely and gentle-looking. These were the emperor's good and bad deeds that now stared him in the face.
on the windowsill of my room
bearer of joy
artificial nature's not good -
the song of birds