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in Dublin, Ireland.
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in the United Kingdom.
Price
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ISBN 978-0-244-9767-9-8
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Shamrock
Haiku Journal
Readers' Choice Awards 2018
BEST
HAIKU
Eleven haiku have been nominated as the best of the
year by our readers and contributors. The following piece that
appeared
in our No. 40 was voted the best
haiku published in Shamrock Haiku Journal in
2017:
thick morning fog –
the thousand year old call
of a red deer
-- Keith
Polette (USA)
The following haiku were the runners-up
(in
alphabetical order):
longest day
an extra syllable
in the rooster's crow
-- Edward
Huddleston (USA) #40
wild iris
a familiar song
in its throat
-- Debbie
Strange (Canada) #40
BEST
SENRYU
Eight
senryu have been nominated as the best of the year by our readers and
contributors. The following piece that was initially published in our
No. 39
became the winner in the best
senryu category:
winter solstice
a rotation of places
among cats
-- Aron
Rothstein (USA)
And the runner-up
was the following piece:
moving day
you leave behind
the welcome mat
-- Louise
Hopewell (Australia) #40
We congratulate the worthy winners, and express our
sincere gratitude to each and every reader who cast a vote.
Irish
Haiku Society
International Haiku Competition 2018
The prize-winning haiku from this competition are
available for viewing here:
https://irishhaiku.com/haikucompetition.htm
There are excellent poems aplenty on that page;
check them out!
the mountain
above and below
mirrored water
kelp forest
a foraging octopus
imitating shadows
salt spray –
some of the sea
turned to crystal
-- Simon
Hanson (Australia)
beams of light
holding together
the weathered barn
up to
their knees
in river
winter trees
-- Julie
Warther (USA)
morning light
snow-filled daffodils
huddle together
yuccas in bloom
the river's song
fills the canyon
-- Ann
Magyar (USA)
even
in winter
creek murmur
solstice sun
a seagull skids
on new ice
-- Brad
Bennett (USA)
flocks of stars
snared in winter trees
shine on
magnolia buds
spring countdown
full-blown at blast-off
-- Anton
Floyd (Ireland)
spring morning
the eaves and the trees
raining after the rain
hidden forest
every call an echo
closer
--
William Fox (Ireland - USA)
wind in the willows
a stray dog
shaking off the rain
suffused in sunlight
a young monk paints
the demon blue
-- Robert
Witmer (Japan - USA)
summer sunrise –
what's left of my dream
wades through
-- Joshua
Gage (USA)
daisy and aster
the weight
of dewdrops
-- ayaz
daryl nielsen (USA)
spring morning
taking up salt from mud
many butterflies
-- Albert
Schlaht (USA)
blowing snow
reveals old tracks
new year's eve
-- Alanna
C. Burke (USA)
drift of the moon –
dockside, the skiff's
broken tether
-- Warren
Gossett (USA)
honeysuckle scent
a black snake shifts
into moonlight
-- Gary
Hittmeyer (USA)
winter landscape
they plow the graveyard
before the streets
--
William Keckler (USA)
the trees now bare more blue sky
-- d w
skrivseth (USA)
raven in the withered tree the winter moon
-- Mark
Miller (Australia)
redder than those clouds
the butcher's hands and apron
-- John
McManus (England)
in the rain a field of turkeys
-- Helen
Ivory (England)
along the old city moat
a green ribbon
around each tree
-- Tim
Murphy (Ireland - Spain)
on my way
to the dental surgery
a hollow tree trunk
-- Hifsa
Ashraf (Pakistan)
tired birds
flocking over a ship –
some get a ride to the shore
lonely birch –
the moon crescent transmits to it
its magical shine
dark night –
gloworms doing their best
to imitate starlight
-- Slavka
Daković (Montenegro; transl. from the Montenegrin by Anatoly
Kudryavitsky)
sad old man
wormholes in the threshold
of his house
at the bus stop,
the wind playing
with cigarette butts
cherry branch at dawn
knocking on the window-pane
waking me up
-- Branka Vojinović Jegdić (Montenegro; transl. from the Montenegrin by Anatoly
Kudryavitsky)
Being Secure
By Padmini
Krishnan (Singapore)
After 3 days in Ooty's scenic beauty, we return to Chennai in a car. We
are treated to lush greenery of different shades and pine trees draping
their branches around each other. A teenager, I am engrossed in Nancy
Drew, occasionally lifting my head to peep out of the window. With the
gentle breeze bringing fragrance of different flowers, my brother
adjusting his camera and my parents talking softly to themselves, I am
filled with a sense of security and contentment as I drift to sleep.
Bluish white mountains
losing their shape
in the mist