does she wear wool
lie down to sleep in spun silk
rise like the phoenix
JzB
little amusing and so much fondness …
sweet!
sounds like my grandmother….
This is simply exquisite—particularly since you did not use the prompt word in the haiku or the title of the post. I can see the old one inching toward bed. Or perhaps you were thinking of your own great-grandmother, and not a caterpillar at all!
The “old” old walk like caterpillars inching along with many legs (walkers) and hunched backs. This was where the prompt led me. They are often heading for their beds – figuratively and literally. And when they get there, they love to be wrapped, cocoon-like in blankets, Some, sadly, are just waiting to die. Not sure I got all that in the poem but I’m glad you liked it. Perhaps my last word should have been cocoon.
So true, My grandmother used to do same some years ago, But now she has gone back to cocoon, she is bed-ridden now. Reverse journey!
I like to think perhaps the tomb is the cocoon and we’ll become changed in some wonderful way on the other side.
Cocooned, ready for the last great metamorphosis after such a long walk. Love it
This is beautiful …
hhmmnn i think i’ll choose look at this in a fond, sweet way lovely
Wonderful metaphor
That’s how markedly careful in how a Grandma moves! Good observation!
Hank
Just a great way of using caterpillar as inspiration
Amazing haiku … what an unexpected take on caterpillar. Thank you for sharing.
does she wear wool
lie down to sleep in spun silk
rise like the phoenix
JzB
little amusing and so much fondness …
sweet!
sounds like my grandmother….
This is simply exquisite—particularly since you did not use the prompt word in the haiku or the title of the post. I can see the old one inching toward bed. Or perhaps you were thinking of your own great-grandmother, and not a caterpillar at all!
Searching for Caterpillars
The “old” old walk like caterpillars inching along with many legs (walkers) and hunched backs. This was where the prompt led me. They are often heading for their beds – figuratively and literally. And when they get there, they love to be wrapped, cocoon-like in blankets, Some, sadly, are just waiting to die. Not sure I got all that in the poem but I’m glad you liked it. Perhaps my last word should have been cocoon.
So true, My grandmother used to do same some years ago, But now she has gone back to cocoon, she is bed-ridden now. Reverse journey!
I like to think perhaps the tomb is the cocoon and we’ll become changed in some wonderful way on the other side.
Cocooned, ready for the last great metamorphosis after such a long walk. Love it
This is beautiful …
hhmmnn i think i’ll choose look at this in a fond, sweet way
lovely
Wonderful metaphor
That’s how markedly careful in how a Grandma moves! Good observation!
Hank
Just a great way of using caterpillar as inspiration
Amazing haiku … what an unexpected take on caterpillar. Thank you for sharing.
Lovely metaphor!