I wrote this piece in my Writing Poetry module at University. We were asked to write down an experience or memory in 50words, then to condense it down to 20words, and then to transform it into a haiku.
Leaving the group, I followed my feet down the riverside, taking a turn to the left, I trod a path overgrown; trees wound skyward, live saplings clung to dead wood, a thatched roof of green leaves blocked the sun. It was here that I hoped to find my bears.
Following overgrown footsteps, I entered thatched darkness. Trees wound skyward, and life clung to death. Eyes close, I hoped for bears.
Departure leads left,
Trees wind tight, as life feels death.
A cave for the brave.