Welcome my wonderful horror fiends and happy horror haikuesday! Today we have a delightful assortment of devilish word-smithing to peruse. So let’s hop on in.
First up, is a poem from our Horror Made resident poet, Patrick Rahall:
Darkness
I scratch, desperate.
My fingers bleed, my nails break.
My coffin is dark.
And out of the numerous, delightful and fantastic #horrorhaikuesday submissions here are this week’s two illustrations.
The first is from Michelle Parker:
#horrorhaikuesday 😱
He opened the book,
Horror spilled forth from darkness,
There were tentacles.
— Michelle Parker (@TransmogriFi) January 25, 2016
Next up, I saw that Andy Van Scoyoc and Nano Horror spun some striking images off of each other’s poems, so I wanted to do an illustration that played along that vein. (Very fun work guys!)
Although this first one isn’t quite a haiku ( missing a few syllables in the second and third lines) but I still really like it as a micro poem.
Daily Horror Haiku : Cemetery path – Alone In the moonlight – Black roses…#HorrorHaikuesday#haiku#darkhaiku#noirhaiku#creepytweet
— Andy Van Scoyoc (@BewitchedApostl) January 26, 2016
@BewitchedApostl
Black roses
Left by the dead
In sorrow for the living
— Nano Horror (@tweetsthecreeps) January 26, 2016
Horror Made 
Nice work as always.
I wouldn’t worry too much if a submission is “missing syllables.” While traditional American haiku are strictly 5-7-5, my understanding is that that’s a rough approximation of the measure of Japanese haiku, which usually convey less information. There’s definitely a school of American haiku-writing that just aims for any brief poetic image conveyed in three lines.
Besides, if we wanted to be real purists, each poem would have to have a seasonal signal word in its first line, like “snow” or “moon” or “blossoms.”
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Horror, Art and Poetry, such a delightful combination…
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Thanks for sharing!
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