roaring down the beach
at the height of winter waves
mist clouds
Jane Reichhold
roaring down the beach
seaward between crumbled cliffs
a harpy wind
at the height of winter waves
haunting the landscape
whiff of wet dog
mist clouds
the gentle grey of seagulls
smacking the water
Kim M. Russell, 4th February 2021
My response to Carpe Diem #1843 Troiku Challenge 1: Mist Clouds
Carpe Diem is back with a Carpe Diem Troiku Challenge. For this first episode, we have been given a haiku by Jan Reichhold from which to create a Troiku.
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writing in north norfolk 
kaykuala
Signs of the time, devoid of human presence. You captured a true pandemic consequence, Kim
Hank
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I like your harpy wind and whiff of wet dog in this!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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my pleasure 🙂
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excellent poem. I remember jane reichold
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Thank you, Jane!
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whiff of wet dog….nice touch !
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Thanks Cressida!
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Brilliant piece! Love harpy wind and whiff of wet dog.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome!
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Ah, I love this, especially the whiff of a wet dog – they are so joyous at the beach.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Especially I like your third lines 🙂
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😊
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