I used to love walking with our dog, Jasper. He was a cross-breed Jack Russell and the funniest, most inquisitive dog I’ve ever known. He died on 10th March ten years ago. He was my reason for walking three times a day: in the morning before work, again in the afternoon, and a short walk last thing at night. As we walked, I talked to him, tried out words, lines and combinations for poetry, and stories. There was a strong feeling of camaraderie between dog and human walking in all kinds of weather. Neither of us liked it when the weather was too hot; he would pant and I would try to keep to the shade, where he sniffed among grass and twigs and dug up the dirt.
My favourite times for walking with Jasper were early morning and late afternoon, twilight times, when we would encounter foxes, deer and all kinds of birds. It was on one of those evening walks, down a village lane overhung with trees, past a paddock with horses – Jasper loved horses – up to a quiet spot by the river, when a barn owl flew out of the growing gloom towards me, swooping inches above my head and then away, up into the trees.
end of a hot day
silver wings glide on twilight
a barn owl ghosting
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Take a walk
Bjorn, our host this Monday, asks us to imagine ourselves walking: are we strolling, trotting or slouching; where are you and what’s the time; why are we walking; what do we see and how are we dressed; is it sunshine or rain?
He has also shared a few quotations about walking, for inspiration.