Haiku. Secondhand book warehouse

All trails have gone cold,
Outside, traffic races past,
Dust settles, quiet shelves









Nothing like a freezing cold warehouse full of secondhand and remaindered books to make an author think!

www.francescakay.co.uk

Haiku. Hotel. nothing personal.

I am fascinated by roadside hotels, providing a neutral space to a stream of visitors, all en route to somewhere else. Here's the haiku, in case my writing isn't clear enough;

nothing personal

no memories here -
every new guest forgotten
as the last one leaves

www.francescakay.co.uk