I’m considering haiku with what could loosely be termed a human interest for the next meeting of the Yorks and Lancs haiku society. I love this one by George Swede, which I found in an essay by Ken Jones in the British Haiku Society’s critical writing anthology, A Silver Tapestry, although clearly it first appeared in Frogpond. I can picture the context of the poem so clearly, without anything being said directly. In fact, I can ‘read’ both the scene and the relationship that occupies it. Wonderful!
Julie Mellor - poet 