Welcome to Bryntin’s only regular weekly feature, which is actually based entirely on the regularity of someone else’s regular weekly feature.
Which is what keeps Bryntin regular, even when he’s feeling a bit irregular.
Normally, the format of a haiku is regularly structured in an entirely predictable 5-7-5 syllables in three lines of verse.
Frankly, we should all be amazed that Bryntin even manages to maintain enough discipline to stick with it all for one verse, let alone regularly.
But Ronovan’s prompts arrive regularly so Bryntin, while he eats his bran for his breakfast, tries to keep his output regular too.
Right, this week’s prompt words are; Haze and Sand, which have a certain Lawrence of Arabia/camels crossing the desert/miragey sort of feel to be going with.
However, this is O4FS, and Bryntin really doesn’t want to be going with the obvious, does he?
wake, face down in sand
thirsty, mouth dry, head thumping
a holiday haze
The above verse was entirely wrought from Bryntin’s imagination due to the fact that he’s never been to Ibiza while aged under thirty or even knows what a flaming sambuca, or five of them lined up on a bar with three empty upside-down glasses next to them, looks like.
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