Soup smells, or: October skylight

A haibun

soup smells circulate
steamy October skylight
clouds obscure crescent

My seven-year-old daughter is not inherently opposed to healthy food, but there exists a very small subset of healthy foods that she is willing to eat without creating a fuss. One is a salmon vegetable soup that my wife makes, which leaves our daughter smacking her lips and asking for more.

Whenever my wife goes abroad, as she does several times a year for work, she always makes sure to prepare a big pot of this beloved soup for our beloved child.


d’Verse Haibun Monday: Soup’s on!

At d’Verse, writers are encouraged to write soup-themed haibuns.


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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59 thoughts on “Soup smells, or: October skylight”

  1. Lovely haiku! I am consistently amazed with how hard it can be to make kids eat. I keep telling them “when I was a child, I ate what was on my plate”… a statement I believe to be completely true. But I can’t remember how it was that my parents persuaded me this was the only option. Somewhere between my childhood and the birth of my children, a change has taken place. Parents are less dictatorial and the kids know it. End of story. Bizarre.

  2. My creativity gene has been inspired this morning ~~ a variation of soup I havenโ€™t attempted! Salmon here I come. Cheers.

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