Tag: Prose

Enchanted Whisper – Short Prose by Anita Bacha

Image cc. Bionicanadian

The damp cavern air smelled of ink and ancient magic.Kimora held her gold lantern high, searching for lost lore.
“…come closer…”
An enchanted whisper bypassed her  ears, wrapping around her mind like warm silk. Her lantern fell and fragmented as she stepped forward, mesmerized.
Out of the black ink stepped the villain, his eyes burning like red embers. He didn’t speak aloud. He merely smiled as the hushed magic flooded Kimora’s thoughts, offering her absolute power. Kimora fell to her knees, entirely under the spell.

Anita Bacha.

Celestial Cascade – Short Prose by Anita Bacha

Kimora gazes at the celestial cascade through the mist of time, 
Thunder rolls through the nocturnal tempest sky,
As the horizon dissolves into the mystery,
Of the eighth sea of silver tides
Where every wave cries tears of blue pearls

Anita Bacha

Image of Celestial Cascade @ bionicanadian

Seasons Flow – Haibun by Anita Bacha

The cruel wind blows,

Cold feet in thick woolen socks,

We lit the fireplace.



A slice of sun glides,

Under closed window curtains,

A cockerel crows.



Breakfast at the farm,

Fried eggs, bacon, and baked beans,

Tea with fresh cow’s milk.



Poppies in the field,

Glossy red under the sun,

Dancing in the breeze.



Barefoot on the grass,

Along rows of wildflowers,

We run happily.



Cut fragrant lilacs,

We borrow our neighbor’s vase,

Living room looks cute.



In the back garden,

Cheerful songs on drying line,

Birds poop on washing.



Under the plum tree,

Drinking home-made lemonade,

We sit side by side.



The sun is going down,

Grey clouds gather in the sky,

Quickly we move in.



Snuggly in our bed,

In the darkness of the night,

We hear the rainfalls.











Good morning,dear friends.

Thank you for viewing and reading my haibun. Hope you enjoyed it.

Anita Bacha.