Three Sodden Weeks

(passing) green stretched rice fields
the tiny hut
twined rainbows of tshirts

• Daily Post: Horizon
• I’m part of Post A Day 2018
• Location: San Dionisio, Iloilo (Philipppines)

Riding the bus through the first full day of sunlight in weeks inspired this little haiku poem. I wish I’d asked the driver to stop as the sight of week of washing against an entire rice farm was striking. Even though this little pic (taken with the phone pressed against the shakey windows) doesn’t do justice to the scene, the rainbow of colours is forever etched in my mind.

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Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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