Tony Steven Williams
Rephasing
Clare reached the northern end of the plateau, just down the road from her childhood home, a world she hadn’t explored for decades. Gentle light from a cloud-filtered sun softened the fresh-leafed landscape, softened her despondent mood. She strolled along a familiar track between limestone rocks overlooking the shrubbery like Easter Island statues. Soon, she found one with a dark rectangular shadow at its base, which she knew led to a cell-shaped cave.
behind
that tangled cobweb
her inner child
When she was young, it was not a cell to her. She stored food in the natural shelves at its rear: cans of baked beans, peaches; packets of candy rings, gummy snakes, bubble gum, nut mixtures … any food that would last till her next occasional feast washed down with cordial. When the light was right, using nails, she hung dried grass and flowers onto the walls in decorative designs, and with coloured chalk drew her family and their house, ships at sea, rainbows, butterflies, and blossoms. There was a comfortable rock at the entrance where she would sit, imagining this to be her retreat, her place to dream of being a champion athlete, a stunning actress, a famous singer, a super model…
herringbone sky
a sign
for me to branch out
Clare smiled. Her current position of legal assistant for a law firm didn’t quite match those desires of her girlhood, but it was so nostalgic looking back. She turned on her phone flashlight and entered the cave, needing to dip her head. Of course, she reflected, I was a real shortie back then. The rear wall was mere moss and lichen now, a mustiness to the air, and no trace of her decorations and drawings. There was, though, a thin, relatively dry layer of debris on her rock throne, which she swept off with a twig. Sitting once again, she gazed out into the wilderness, breathed deeply, pushed back in her mind, way back. At last, a stir of magic returned. She began to wish again … for a new true love, a promotion, a new true love to take over from the slimeball, a better world, a new true love…
full moon to new moon
still the same moon
decluttering
About the Author
Tony Steven Williams is a poet and short-fiction author from Canberra, Australia. He writes across many formats and genres, but in all his work the environment and the human condition are very important to him. His two published collections are Sun and Moon, Light and Dark (Ginninderra Press, 2018) and Reimmersion (Ginninderra Press, 2023).
I love this story, very satisfying to read. I’m drawn in to the cave (both actual and metaphorical) of Clare’s childhood, her dreams, her search for her inner child and her current situation – her character, then and now. So relatable, that need to take stock and move on. And yet we only know how she’s feeling by the phrase, ‘softening her despondent mood’. And we only know the culprit of that mood with ‘ a new true love to take over from the slimeball! Skillful writing. The haiku add another dimension. Really good link and shift here. (I don’t usually ‘get’ haiku. Never write them) But these make total sense to me. I especially like herringbone sky/ a sign/ for me to branch out.
Thank you Liz 🙂
I did agonize over including either 2 or 3 haiku/tanka, but in the end I thought the piece was better with 3 haiku. So glad you liked it.
Cheers,
Tony
I loved this piece. The language is so tight/concise. I clearly see the link and shift. The haiku/tanks gives so much depth to the piece. I will reread and study it – referring to it to improve my own writing of haibun . I’m so very happy to have discovered your work!
Thanks Marilyn! I’m so glad you liked my haibun, and very best wishes to your own writing 🙂