Monthly Haiku Corner – March 2025

Happy March! Today’s full moon is a Worm Moon, a blood moon, and there’s been no shortage of bad blood around here. I admit to being on a rampage of sorts lately. Who needs horror movies when you can turn on CNN!

While the misery is palpable, I must remember to lean on my love for Halloween, horror, and haiku to save me from the insanity. I’m committed to creating my art every full moon and on special occasions, like St. Patrick’s Day coming up on March 17th.

March is my favorite non-Ber month. It’s a magical month full of mystery, fun, and my favorite mythological supernatural creatures of all time, such as the frightening Dullahan aka the Headless Horseman, mischievous leprechauns, enchanted fairies, scary or not, and of course, the wailing banshee, a ghastly female entity known to roam the countrysides of Ireland whose cries serve as warnings for legendary families of impending death and doom.

It seems those keening spectres have made their way to America. Will anyone listen?

disturb the silence
warnings of death and mayhem
when the banshees cry

 

Haiku of the Week

Our theme this month is legendary creatures.

a pot full of gold
green forest full of secrets
leprechaun laughter

Haiku of the Week

This week’s haiku is dedicated to upcoming St. Patrick’s Day holiday.

cup full of ale
empty chest and promises
leprechaun’s prank

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Monthy Haiku Corner – March

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a shot of whiskey
currency worth more than gold
leprechaun’s trade

 

Artwork by Jean Baptiste Monge

Special St. Patrick’s Day Poem: Just My Luck

Met a leprechaun in a pub
drinking whiskey and rum.
How would you like
to have some mischievous fun?
‘Follow me into the wood
when the moon is full.
I show you a pot of gold
seen only by fools.
When you return after biscuits and tea,
look for the red ribbon tied to a tree.’
I saw a twinkle in his eye and did not care.
I thought only of the pot of gold he was
willing to share.
‘What’s mine is yours’ he went on to say,
‘as long as you remember the way.’
So, I followed the wee man into the forest.
The pot of gold was there,
just like he foretold it.
Come the next morn, I realized my gaffe,
every tree bore a red ribbon and the sound of his laugh.

leprechaun
Leprechaun ©ScottPadgett/Skinwerks