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In Shiki’s Honor- A Haiku Celebration, by ALT’s

This year is the 150th anniversary of two of Matsuyama’s most celebrated literary icons, Natsume Soseki and Masaoka Shiki. Michael Haverty has created a series of photos inspired by the late writers, depicting their impact on present day Matsuyama.

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Shiki Statue in Dogo

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Masaoka Shiki was an inspirational human being, for those of you who aren’t familiar with his work, a visit to the Shiki museum in Matsuyama is a must.  Shiki achieved many things within his short life,  despite being plagued with tuberculosis for the majority of this. Not only did he help to revive the art form of haiku and tanka, he also acted as a war correspondent during the First-Sino Japanese War and coined most Japanese baseball terminology. In honor of Masaoka Shiki’s 150th anniversary, the Mikan presents to you a haiku extravaganza featuring poetry from ALTs across Ehime prefecture. Some have been inspired by traditional haiku form, whilst others take on a modern approach, whereas some take a comedic turn, akin to senryu.


Summer Storm

Head bowed against rain

Where do you see the beauty?

Petite flower’s smile.

 

Remembering

How’s the weather?

Too hot, too muggy, too much.

I dream of autumn.

Ada Smith


si won

Si Won Yi


Wild wind whispers while

Summer sun sings sapor songs.

Wayward we wander…

くき


Osamurai-san

Long, beautiful nails;

A yukata and geta;

He arpeggiates.

 

Bugged

Cicadas droning,

Dragonflies flit and flutter.

Mosquitoes stab me.

 

ugh

Woke up late today…

Cannot… Stumbling through fog…

Fire me back to bed.

Ciaran Doyle


A tinge of yellow

on every green growing tree

Fall, what a relief.

 

Cicadas are loud

I can hear them in my dreams

There is no escape.

Kate Flake


Poetry

I envy people

Who put words togetherand

get Perfect poetry.

 

Spring

The ground awakens

“Mushi atsui desu ne.”

Bugs and heavy heat.

 

Summer

Like a sweaty hug

From that one estranged Aunty

Can’t escape summer.

 

Why

Turn the lock firmly

Faceplant in front of aircon

Summer is the worst.

 

The Cyclist

The rain god is pissed,

The heavens open heavy

Unplanned morning swim.  

 

The Cyclist Part 2

The sky has opened

Walls of water spray my bike

Where is my raincoat?

 

Autumn

Fall clings to the trees

Fog erases the mountains

Freezing wind bites bones.

 

Local

Float through cityscape

A common yet foreign sight

You, the A.L.T.

 

Students

Surprise in their eyes

As they see you in the street,

I exist here too.

 

Work

Tall dull white building,

Eerie disjointed singing,

Children’s laugher too.

Kai Dearlove


Off from work early

Still wearing my business suit

They think I’m important

 

Rain at the station

“I’ll leave when it gets better”

It only gets worse

 

Imitation sky

Paint chips off rotting concrete

It’s pacing its cage

 

Lost petals lost in

Bike pedals form a surprise

Bouquet in my spoke

 

A twenty-four hour

Vending machine inside a

Twelve hour grocery store

 

Hit a bump too hard

Groceries jump from my basket

Salt peppers the road

 

Normal, strange people

Saying thanks five times over

To an empty room

 

Hilltop children’s park

Brutalist architecture

Lost in knee-high grass

 

“Under Construction”

Laid against a chipped torii

Taut vines wrap around

 

Evening Ropeway Street

Sun dims and lights tick on

Soft jazz pianos

Tim Alley


黒いマント 星明かりのネックレス あたしのハロウィーン

 夏の夕 セミや鈴虫 ラジオいらない

Kelsey Cooknick


遠くても 潮風に向かい 同じかな

Emily Crichton


 

秋風に 吾がカールの髪を なびかせつ

Hayley Cox