Written for: dVerse Poets: Haibun Monday #24, Bridges (posted by Grace)
Hello everyone! In my autumn walk last week, I came upon the wooden bridge overlooking the creek. I marvelled how one can go from one side of the bridge, cross over to the other side and have a different view of the landscape shimmering with autumn colors. So for this haibun challenge, write about the bridge from the first person- either as a physical object, metaphor or perhaps a person who has been a bridge in your life. As its also halloween, you can write about that bridge between life and death. Let’s use the bridge of our imagination!
We are called covered bridges for a reason. We try to blend in with our
surroundings. People gawk at us, trample our feet, and often leave
garbage. Really? Where were you brought up? When we are well cared for,
our rooftops clean, and our feet polished, we will be cordial as cherry pie.
Many of us are now closed or inaccessible. We prefer being a part of nature.
black and white
‘neath cover of wooden bridge