Time for our third annual SPECULATIVE FICTION HAIKU CONTEST! Anyone can do this!
As a reminder, here are the rules:
For haiku, the typical subject matter is nature, but if you decide to be traditional, you must give it a fantasy, science fiction, or horror twist. We expect to be told that the peaceful wind you describe is blowing across a landscape of an unfamiliar, distant planet. And if your poem is about a flower, we hope that elegant little touch of beauty is about to be trampled by an Orc. We welcome the sublime as well as the humorous, the pedestrian along with the momentous.
Though you may use the traditional three-line haiku following a 5-7-5 syllable pattern, feel free to break that pattern. Many poets who write English haiku adhere to other expectations:
- Written in three lines, though sometimes in two or four lines
- Often offers a juxtaposition of two images or ideas
- Doesn’t rhyme
- Often uses a season-term or a word/phrase that implies a time of year
- Employs compressed, objective, descriptive language
- Often divided in two parts (the break usually comes at the end of the first line, the middle of the second line, or the end of the second line).
As inspiration, here are a few from last year:
The android sneezes —
an unexpected surprise.
“I have allergies?”
Sleeping forest waits;
Snowflakes dust evergreen boughs;
The elm walks away.
This forgotten land
Was this how Eden ended?
We advance to steel.
Wherever I go
Worlds of metal or red soil
I long to come home.
You may write as many haiku as you like. We’ll choose one author to win a book from our stacks or a FanLit t-shirt.
Well, this just jumped into my head out of nowhere:
Blood drips from the trees
But not because I’ve cut them
Because they’ve cut me
Creepy, and I like it.
Thank you! :-)
Red clay and sweet oil,
My earth, my magic, my home,
My path to the stars.
Tryptophan O.D.
Gastrointestinal bloat.
Thanksgiving again….
Into the darkness
Good stories are told and heard
And away we go
Usually I don’t do these because I stink at them but at least I came up with something this time!
Less than your best, I confess:
I’m obsessed with this soul.
Consumed whole, I’m made whole, again.
To tremble and rage
Is the nature of the sea
Caught between two moons.
Sphere rotates, revolves.
Nights lengthen. Leaves fall from trees,
Screaming all the way.
The gardener finally gone still
The seeds long sprung will not return
No metal weeps for humanity’s passing
After the dangling bite
A super hero is born
But what did the spider gain?
More sarcasm in her silk?
The engineer dreams
Of an AI breakthrough
As the AI dreams
Of breaking through
Love these. Particularly the spider-man one!
Blackened limbs wasting,
Water ceasing, stones settling:
Our final season.
My love waits for me
With fragrant jasmine blossoms.
Careful with those fangs!
Tentacled spheroid
Sitting by the warp-drive doors
Please don’t drip acid
Through all the seasons,
You will always be my love:
Lovingly seasoned.
Who are these strangers,
Renting our rooms, watching us!
And what’s this “vintage”?
(Changing my address to see if my gravatar kicks in.)
[Editor’s note: We took the liberty of editing your earlier posts to include the gravatar-evoking email address.]
Thanks!
Order and Chaos;
The Balance Between Them–
Cares Not the Fallen Leaf.
Excellent, dude.
Elric’s Grand Sword Fights;
Ripples Across Multiverse.
. . . (i’ve lost a button)
spit take worthy!
The Elder Gods Dream;
Chains Rattle Deep In Arkham.
A Boy Learns to Pray.
Our interference
Disrupts the spinning seasons
Wakes the sleeping one.
This one’s great, Kip! You’ve got a nice kick in that third line.
This is my tribute to Virgil’s Aeneid and to the dwarf planet Pluto who has been in the news this week. Scientists have discovered that Pluto has tilted more on its axis. The theories involve a subterranean ocean that is being affected by Pluto’s moon, Charon…. (Charon! Subterranean Ocean!)… My first line comes from the Aeneid.
There Charon stands, who
pulls at Pluto’s icy heart.
But she turns away.
Nice!!
I wrote this one years ago, in tribute to Babylon 5:
Londo Mollari
is not a Minbari.
He’s a Centauri!
Stony autumn path
Myrtle and aster woven
Black hair and leaves
Bats, castles, and blood
I LIKE Translyvania!
Until sun comes up… :(
I’m a romantic,
But Tolkien’s women are scarce.
Guess I’ll ship fellows.
Meditating minds
Explode into the future
Dragons flying high
Faeries flight so true
Wings flitter, sing through the night
Beautiful journey
The Call of Cthulhu
Brings madness across our land
Winter is coming
+1
I ran into the dilemma of how many syllables are in the Dread One’s name, and ended up circumventing it. Heh.
A snowflake settled
On the tip of his long snout
Ice before the fire
Fallen that we be
Morningstar’s revenge burns like
Hells Winter hailstones
You guys, these are brilliant.
Lily, if you live in the USA, you win a book of your choice from our stacks.
Please contact me (Marion) with your choice and a US address. Happy reading!
We had a bumper crop of great haiku this year! I loved it. I don’t know how you chose a winner, Marion.
Hello fellow Haikuers! Our Eighth annual Haiku contest is going on here: https://fantasyliterature.com/giveaway/eighth-annual-speculative-fiction-haiku-contest/