Author: Reena Saxena

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Silence holds secrets
Whispered only to the wind
Ghosts carry rumours
Only speculation lives
The dead will carry no tales

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The photo for this week’s prompt was taken at the Dashwood Mausoleum, perched high above the little village of West Wycombe, and beneath which are the notorious Hellfire Caves, the meeting place of Dashwood’s Hellfire Club, whose illustrious membership included John Wilkes, the Earl of Sandwich and Benjamin Franklin.

The village is dominated by the hill which is crowned by an ancient hillfort that may once have been a site of great ritual significance. Today, the strange church whose ancient design was so oddly changed by the enigmatic Sir Francis Dashwood, sits at the centre of the earthwork beside the mausoleum.

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My apologies for the delay in reading and commenting on posts this week. I was away for a few days and came back to both…

MALAYSIAN HAIKU/SENRYU ECHOES 402: THE ART OF PULLING

courage is smart skill

with kind heart to help, beware

the pull from fallen

 

Note:

This haiku is in response to Helene Vaillant’s photo challenge, with the theme of COURAGE, POSTED ON 18^th November, 2018. Sorry, Helene told me the challenge came from Reena Saxena. Thanks to both.  Hellene in her wisdom added two 7 syllable lines to form a renga to my haiku:

Image: Harvey Kraft on LinkedIn.

He wasn’t sure why it was he reached out to her that day. After all, she appeared far more disabled than he was.

At least I’m upright he told himself as he looked down on her. She seemed quite comfortable in her state of dishevelment, lying there you could have been mistaken for thinking she was one of those council statues placed around the town symbolising the history of the place. Though wanting to commemorate the down and outers of society wasn’t what the town leaders thought might be a positive town image.

Initially, she had spurned his help.

“Fuck off,” she screamed at him, and turned away covering her body with the one blanket she owned, which was more a dirty rag than anything else.

“I’ve food,” he said not offended as her language was the language he knew.

“You have? What you want…