Wild Words haiku competition result

An autumnal winner in our online poetry competition

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During October, the Trust celebrated the connection between language and landscape with poems, prose, fiction and non-fiction, under the banner of #wildwords. As part of that, we asked our Twitter followers to contribute a nature-based haiku.

We had many fantastic contributions and we’ve included all of them below. After a quick staff vote, our very close favourite was Helen Raftery’s, below;

Gold crowns crisp leaf-crust.
While you looked the other way
Autumn stole the throne.

Helen will be receiving a big bundle of nature books in the post shortly! Many thanks to all for contributing, there’s some very evocative writing here…

Swept by wind and rain,
A bog takes a long, deep breath -
The carbon is safe

Burnt orange and browns
The bracken, the Chestnut leaves
Announcing autumn is here

first autumn leaves fall
redwings and fieldfares gather
to eat the berries

Winter dusk, ice moon
Full and white, yet a blackbird
Still sings in a tree.

Softly rippling out
A silent grey circle that
Hosts a mallard pair

kingfisher regal
still, silent, patient, watchful
flash! splash! fish is caught

Earth springs back to step.
Wind’s breath soft on Llyn Cwm Llwch,
Blackest peat guards time.

Sunset clouds all around
No escaping fairy floss

I wonder where
the snail has gone –
autumn rain

Bright shines
the lantern flower
towards winter

Sighing sibilant,
Ash, sad for its slow demise,
A last autumn here.

Stepping carefully
Down the tilted mossy steps:
A single earthworm.

The Fall
Trees are wrecked in sky,
the weight of gold drowns
the leaves;
dark seas rise, and rise.

I locked hands
With the roots of a tree
The wind gutted.

Pink is the dawning
Which offers hope to us all
Bring on the morning

Rambling over roots
of rowan, pine, ash and oak
autumn leaves rustling

Past nature's splendour
It overcomes my senses
I've stepped in something

Two wood pigeons coo
Collecting wet nesting sticks
The people passing

My first ever haiku:
Autumn smell from leaves
Lichen covered gnarly trees
Death before new life

Meall a' Bhuachaille in Spring
Stiff backed pines drip frost
Warm emerald water steams
Life buds on scree peaks

Find out more about our month of Wild Words and explore some ideas linking language, learning and outdoor play for youngsters (of all ages!)