My response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille – our source for inspiration is a quote from Matsuo Basho:
“The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.”
It was my first day at school. The playground was alive with boisterous boys and giggling girls, running and skipping, kicking and throwing balls, while bemused or anxious parents looked on from behind the fence. I stood alone by the gate, holding my satchel tightly by its straps, stunned by the noise. A pungent smell of school dinners steamed from the small canteen, next to the main gate, comforting on a frosty morning. I watched the other children closely, trying to work out what would happen next. And then the hollow clank of a well-used hand bell exploded above the playground racket. I dropped my bag and put my hands over my ears. I wasn’t ready for this.
In a cold playground
early childish impressions
echoes of school bell
© Kim M. Russell, 2016