This week the community are writing ekphrastic haiku. I decided upon this topic to end the year because it’s just something a little bit different, a view into another area of the arts. Isn’t it interesting to look at other artistic creations and transpose them into haiku and senryu?

Not long ago I was reminded by Alan Summers of my first unfortunate experience of writing ekphrastic haiku. At the time I was still using Facebook, I don’t anymore, and posted it in one of the haiku forums on there, I forget which.

My piece went like this:

the painter
sleeps on his shoes––
cigarette burns


“The Bowery” by George Segal 1970

It wasn’t well received. I can’t remember exactly why but I think it was because people felt that I wasn’t writing about the installation in a way that acknowledged it’s location or history. This would’ve been difficult for me because I didn’t know its history and was not really familiar with the location of the work.

I said at the time, “I don’t think of it as a description of the sculpture, but rather it is a little story inspired by what I saw, and coloured by my experience of living in Zürich.”

That’s still really how I like to think of Ekphrastic haiku and senryu. It doesn’t have to describe the work but it can describe how you react to it.

I admit to being a little bit battered and bruised by my experience but then Alan critiqued the piece of work and stroked my deflated ego… Thanks Alan.

This experience taught me a few things. First; Facebook is not really my home, so I left it. Second; not to worry when other people are critical of my work, there are bound to be people who don’t like it or don’t get it. Third; if you have a bit of criticism it doesn’t do any harm to reappraise your work. Fourth; to have a bit of confidence in myself and the work I produce.

I started to put this episode together with a little bit of trepidation but it  has actually been a terrific experience. I’ve been introduced to new work, I’ve seen old familiar favourites through new eyes and learnt to look at surprising things as works of art.

Speaking of which, I have named the works of art in the show notes, so if you would like to read the verses in conjunction with their artworks, you can.

I hope you enjoy all the following work as much as I have enjoyed editing the podcast and conversing with all of you about the work you’ve written. Let’s start, quite appropriately I think with a published work from:


Alan Summers

why didn’t I
the blue in her eyes
cutting string

Alan Summers

Publication credit:  Sonic Boom, Issue Thirteen 2018

after Picasso 1932


Late at night
Cold coffee
The taste of loneliness

Rosenstock, Gabriel, “Ducks in Search of the Moon,”



Unusually, we only have a couple of poets new to the podcast this week, but don’t worry, they have offered us some very tasty morsels. Welcome to Corine and Hemapriya.

**Corine Timmer

sooty smog—
from the river
the colour of laughter

L.S. Lowry – The Raft 1956


Corine Timmer is an interior designer, animal lover, award-winning haiku poet, publisher, and a self-published author. She lives in the countryside in the south of Portugal with 10 street dogs and other animals, including her beloved donkey, Lolita. Corine’s haiku have been published in various respected print and web haiku journals and anthologies. She has recently published an anthology of pig haiku in celebration of the Year of the Pig, Hog Wild Haiku. Corine is a member of the British and American haiku societies.

**Hemapriya Chellappan

the Last Supper
a sink full
of unwashed dishes

The last supper: Leonardo da Vinci

Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa
the woman next to me
gets her brows done


An engineer turned writer. When she isn’t daydreaming she writes haiku, sketches landscapes, hums old songs, practices puns and makes excellent tea.

Twitter: @Hemapriya17
Instagram: @hematheone

And now let’s hear from some of our regular contributors, thank you very much for your smashing verses.

Christina chin

Eve —
the crooked dentures
in a pumpkin’s smile

Inspired by Halloween pumpkin carvings


Blogger is an ongoing scheduled blog of my featured and published haiku.


Hifsa Ashraf

nocturnal light
the claws of sea waves
hold me from behind

Despair by Salavat Fidai

starry night
the storm eye is lurking
in the blue waves

Starry night by Van Gogh

Short stories: published in a UK based English magazine

James Young

Storr Rock, Lady’s Cove
still wet behind the years*
Sisley and me

Alfred Sisley


Jim’s World

(*Note: he was on honeymoon)

Twitter: @BaitTheLines

medical website 




Kim Russell

colours of nature
painted on a starling’s wings
van Gogh nightscape

Van Gogh: ‘Starry Night Over the Rhone’

carved by elements
he crouches at the harbour
sky framed pylon

Anthony Gormley ‘Exposure’

Kim’s website:
The Emma Press: Anthology of Aunts and Second Place Rosette.
The dVerse Poets anthology, Chiaroscuro – Darkness and Light
Twitter: @kim88110

Andrew Syor

American Gothic
in family tree

American Gothic- Grant Wood


Alison Breewood

softness of feather
her touch guides
the shape of his words

The object is St Matthew and The Angel (Caravaggio, 1602). The painting was destroyed, in a fire I think, and I have seen only a black and white photograph of it in The Story of Art (Gombrich, 1995), and also an enhanced colour image of it on Wikipedia.

Peter Draper

a mother’s love
revealed in
the tenderness of stone

Alan Durst (1883-1970),  ‘Mother and Child’, which can be found in the University of Hull Art Collection

Peter’s website 


early Sunday morning
the barber pole

Early Sunday morning by Edward Hopper

what it is
and isn’t
black iris

Black Iris III by Georgia O’Keeff

Instagram “3_liner

Robert Horrobin


Guernica by Picasso

m shane pruett

low tide
melting into the sand
dali’s memories

Dali’s Persistence of Memory

Affe mit Schädel
an ape ponders the future
but which

Hugo Rheinhold – Affe mit Schädel

in blues
an old blind man
and his guitar

Pablo Picasso – The Old Guitarist

Twitter @HaikuMyBrew



rainbow colours
on the Labor Day beach
white variations

Alex Katz Lincolnville Labor day 1992


Vandana Parashar

lost tourist
I follow David’s eyes
to Rome

Michelangelo. David

Roger Watson

iconic bronze
with no thoughts

Rodin’s sculpture The Thinker

what happens?
essentially nothing

The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac

Book: Dewdrops Dewdrops Roger Watson and Su Wai Hlaing available in kindle  on amazon   available in hard copy if you email Roger Price for delivery in UK/Europe- GBP 4.50  for the rest of the world GBP 7.00.

Craig Kittner

deep end
the diving board’s shadow

David Hockney.

a pear among leaves
drawn in continuous lines
the whiteness of white

Ellsworth Kelly 

Craig’s book “Time’s Sweet Savor Poetry

Mark Gilbert

Michael Caine
the importance
of not blinking

A whoku inspired by the three Harry Palmer films of the 1960’s, of which ‘The Ipcress File’

just squares
the Sixties
in black’n’white

‘Movement in Squares’ (1961), a painting by Bridget Riley (1931-present).

The haiku foundation

Mineko Takahashi

an Hermes’ red scarf
slavic women
dancing Joies d’Hiver

Instagram sites teaching Japanese Idioms “your_private_japanese_tutor” and “ur_japanese_tutor” which teaches Japanese characters

FB account @yourjapanesetutor which discusses many facets of the language from the viewpoint of a foreign learner.

Cyrille Soliman

on both knees
he looks at this reflection
to quench his thirst

Narcissus, Caravaggio

Jonathan Roman

long day of hiking
through paintings

Frederic Edwin Church: The Heart of the Andes

summer by the seine
the ripple effect
of stray dreams

Claude Monet: La Grenouillère

His book: Deeper Into Winter. It’s a collection of haiku, haiga, and haibun written in and about Iceland.
My website is
Twitter and Instagram: @deft_notes

Tracy Davidson

Turner Prize
my unmade bed
got me grounded

My Bed Tracey Emin

losing count
of the number of times
I scream like that too

The Scream by Edvard Munch.

Twitter: @tracydavidson27
Instagram: @tracydavidson27

Isabel caves

inside spring –
the wind blows clouds
from her skirts


Isabel’s Website 

Constance Bourg

squinting eyes
trying to see
through the mist


Constance’s website

Richard Bailly

sitting in shadowed courtyard
silent silhouette

Rodin: The Thinker

dallas sirens
freeway outdoor blue movies
dead on arrival

At little story:

When I was a rotating intern at Parkland Hospital in Dallas in 1970-71, I frequently went to or returned from a shift at the hospital at night.  Along Harry Hines Boulevard, a four-lane highway which I drove on back and forth, there was an outdoor (“drive-in”) theatre that showed XXX-rated movies.  I would spot the screen as I was driving by but wasn’t close enough to see any detail.  One night, when this occurred I was listening on the radio to the song “D.O.A.” by a group called Bloodrock.  The haiku totally returns me to that moment!

wendy c. bialek

asks her to smirk
missing from his palette
parsley green

Da Vinci Mona Lisa

Coming soon; news about Wendy’s book “ This side of the fire: An anthology on compassion”

Nadejda Kostadinova

than the sun
a yellow bed

Van Gogh’s painting Bedroom in Arles

Nadejda’s Facebook

Alan Summers

So1oku Triptych

love’s lost why we stay inside our own screenplay

New York Movie, 1939 by Edward Hopper

type-stained fingers the news in a corner of its piano

Room in New York, 1932 by Edward Hopper

this down-flipped smile of hat in a chair quietly filing its past

Automat, 1927 by Edward Hopper

so1oku©Alan Summers
so1oku is the creation of Alan Summers
That’s the number 1 not a letter. so1oku are one line haikai thoughts.


Website for Alan and Karen’s creative writing courses 

Thank you once again to everyone who has come along and contributed to today’s podcast it’s been a privilege working with you.

A new series begins in January and the topic for January’s special podcast and of course for the first part of our new journal is animals. Whether you have written for the podcast before or not, I hope to read some delightful verses from you. Don’t forget it’s an earlier deadline on this year and the deadline is the 1st of January, emails only.

Before we meet again I will be celebrating Christmas with my family. Lots of walks in very cold fresh air, Christmas markets, Gluhwein, good food and guetzli. Whether you are celebrating Christmas, another holiday or just getting from December to January may I wish you everything I could wish for my own dear family.

Thank you for coming along to be with me today and until we met again in the new year, keep writing…

If I’ve left anything out, please just email me and I will sort it out for you. Ciao

** Poets new to the podcast

Series 2 Episode 24 Ekphrasis

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