On my walk last night. Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart.
The transformation of the ordinary.
Now I am experimenting with the Choka form. My understanding
of its structure is 5,7 X 4, then 7, followed by an envoi 5,7,5,7,7.
Maybe I should have reserved it for a more public theme, rather than
a private one? You tell me!
I opened the gate
and noted you cows had gone.
I have Right of Way.
You were on the bank
opposite to me.
But I still felt quite anxious.
Your calves now bigger,
you seemed absorbed in grazing.
Cows can’t cross a stile.
A man with a dog,
confidently strode past me.
Cows, please don’t see them!
Last time you crossed the bridge and
I turned and fled for my life.