Caught in the middle of it all
Barred from my village by this wall
Unity our virtue, given a great fall
Stranger what brought you here?
Don’t cross, so you don’t ere
Boy: Look, and see my scar
They didn’t come cowing around
I’v got my own share on this ground
Tell: Bismarck was here, roaming this wall’s surround.
Dear Writerly Pals, I couldn’t do a story today because of a saddening news I heard yesterday but I came up with this form of Haiku –let me know what you think of it, anyway. Thanks!
This story is a contribution to the Friday Fictioneers at Madison Woods‘ blog. Where a crush of writers are inspired by her photo prompt to express a story in 100 words. Please, click to find other stories.
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