Lynn Edge

Bygone

When I was five years old, Granddaddy put me in front of him on his gentle black mare and we rode three miles down a dirt road to what he called “the old place.” He told me fairies lived there. I didn’t realize it then, but as a boy he lived in the log cabin with his half-Cherokee mother.

“Hear the fairies?” he said after we stepped inside. It was one of the few occasions I ever remember him speaking to me.

“Nah, that’s not fairies. It’s mud daubers,” I said.

“It’s the Little People. Can’t you hear them?”

the worn  husks
of my corn cob doll
summer's end

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About the Author

Lynn Edge lives in a small Texas town. She has written haibun since 2002 and has been published in journals such as Contemporary Haibun Online, Haibun Today, and Modern Haiku.