When I was nine or ten, we moved from a two-bedroom ground floor maisonette to a three-bedroom top floor maisonette on the same estate. I got the box room: it had a huge box that was the top of the stairs, which took up almost a quarter of the floor space, leaving room for a single bed and small wardrobe.
The best thing about having stairs was that, on rainy days during the summer holidays, we could sit in the space under the stairs and have picnics. We’d ‘borrow’ a blanket from our little sister’s cot to sit on, make apple juice from squashed apple pieces, sugar and water (yuk!) and Mum would give us cheese and biscuits, which we laid out carefully on plates from a toy picnic basket. It never occurred to us to have a picnic outside on the covered balcony!
usurped by rain clouds
sunshine finds its way indoors
Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: That Picnic
Gina is our host this Monday and she is tempting us with nostalgic picnics. She would like us to share a memory from a picnic, keeping in mind that our haibun must not be fictional but real experiences, and it doesn’t have to be only outdoors.
She says, whether traditional or breaking all the rules, hilarious, happy or sad, we should write about a memorable picnic.
For inspiration, she has shared poems by Dorothy Aldis, Marilyn Lott and Thomas Hardy.