under the harvest moon by John Atkinson Grimshaw
farmer’s wife
in cold deserted bed
at harvest moon
Linked to Carpe Diem
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September 17, 2013
Carpe Diem Haiku – Meigetsu (Harvest Moon)
farmer’s wife
in cold deserted bed
at harvest moon
Linked to Carpe Diem
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September 17, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
An awesome painting you share here with us Bjorn. And your haiku respons on Meigetsu is great. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, lonely haiku
exhausted
old farmer at last in bed
farmer’s wife frowns
JzB
I see the farmer
but can’t find the wife in bed
as coverlets roll
This feels like grief to me. The farmer died? Lonely haiku and well done.
I have a different perspective on the farmer: I think he’s a philanderer and is in someone else’s bed tonight!
Harvest Moon
Sad but lovely and I think the farmer is off busy harvesting and will be back.
So everyone who commented had a different take on your ‘cold bed’ haiku! You made it easy to step into the story! This would be perfect for a tan renga…..let everyone write their own endings.
Here’s mine:
failed crops
he’s forced to work in the city.
make hay while sun shines
harvest moon for play with wife
soon you be sorry
(Is that a haiku?)
It’s the word deserted that has me wondering. If he’s out bringing in the harvest why wouldn’t she be helping him? I love that we all have our thoughts about this. Excellent, Bjorn!
PS
Third edition of the Polish International Haiku Competition:
http://polish.international.competition.haiku.pl/index.php
Winners: 2011 Cynthia Rowe, 2012 Roberta Beary
Judges: 2011 Jane Reichhold, 2012 Jim Kacian, 2013 George Swede
‘oh, that man’, she complained, ‘he’s always looking for excuses to stay away’…
Haunting—you can feel the loneliness. Thank you!
What everyone seems to be missing. This is a rorschac test. In the painting is a 3 legged man w/white skinny legs wearing a hat and boots (don’t you see him?). That has got to be the farmer walking home to his wife from the fields…
Being either a farmer’s wife or a sailor’s wife seems to be quite a poor choice. (Smiles)
at harvest moon
all play and no work
hungry stomachs
🙂