Micropoetry

He Can

he is different

but can embark azure length

with treasure of voice

Indrani Chatterjee

I Ran with the Moon (A Haibun)

The full moon hung over the roofs like a reddish Christmas lamp. It hovered behind trees and street houses, and played ‘thief and police’ with us. As we ran closer, it withdrew, until we stopped. We thought the moon enjoyed the game. As the moon rose higher, it became smaller, turned silvery white and stopped playing, forcing us back to our homes.

I ran with the moon,

it moved as I came closer.

I stopped; the moon smiled.

Kalucharan Sahu