Hexapod Haiku 2011 – honorable mention, poets over 13

wind in the grasses
one foxtail steadied
by a damselfly

Graham High
Blackheath, London, UK

Judges’ comments: This entry was one of the best of those entries that adhered to the spirit of true haiku – i.e., a singular, thought-provoking, nature-based image. The sparse words paint a clear, beautiful picture. This entry was really wonderful to read.

at rest
on the hospice wall
a mayfly

Charles Trumbull
Santa Fe, NM

Judges’ comments: Short-lived as adults, it makes sense that a mayfly would come to rest on the wall of a facility where people usually go to live their final moments. Our first question was «why is it on the wall? It should be mating!» Perhaps he or she has mated already and knows what’s next. He or she is at peace. This poem highlights the fickle nature of life, as the mayflies’ last stage begins with a short burst of activity before ending with a short descent into death. This poem has a calming, reflective nature.

Mentors for the DOT

masters of traffic
no jams on route to jelly
these ants know something

Martha Love
Gastonia, NC

Judges’ comments: Cute and punny, this poem is almost intentionally unprofound. We spent several minutes talking about ants and trail marking pheromones and just how difficult it is to disrupt those trails.

the cricket chirps
more slowly now;
I hasten my step

Charles Trumbull
Santa Fe, NM

Judges’ comments: This poem conveys that feeling of being alone, in the dark, and afraid. The lines read like a riddle – why do the chirps come less frequently now? Perhaps the cricket senses a predator and doesn’t want to give away its position, or the cool of the night (or the late season) air has slowed its metabolism? The scene’s ominousness really drew us in.

dragonflies mating
in mid-air

Joanne Morcom
Calgary, Alberta

Judges’ comments: Going through the motions of making the next generation is big part of spring. Dragonflies, with their secondary male genitalia and mating wheel copulation style, execute the process with flair that no (few?) humans can match. This poem was fun to read, though it would have been funner to read in mid-air!

late afternoon…
an orb weaver and I
work the clothesline

Catherine J.S. Lee
Eastport, ME

Judges’ comments: The spider and the human protagonist are kindred spirits in this poem, which is a relationship rarely exhibited in the submissions we’ve read. The scene is nostalgic and refreshing.

There once was a man
Who got bit by a spider
His name’s Spider Man

Kyle Vaught
Edmond, OK

Judges’ comments: Though not really a heavy hitter, this poem did tickle us. The first two lines feel rhythmic, like a limerick, and then we’re suddenly cut off by the obvious punchline. This was probably the silliest poem we read, and it did make us chuckle.

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