Return of the Horror Haiku
Hey there, horror fans.
A while ago, I posted a series of Horror Haikus which I wrote way back in 2017. I hinted that there were more in storage in the back of my brain (but mostly on old Apple note files, which I dread to organize), and I’ve finally dusted some of them off. Though I don’t write much horror haiku anymore (it was a ‘thing’ five years ago, trust me), I thought I’d let this batch see the light of day. After all, they’re not doing anyone any good, just moldering away, so I hope you enjoy them. Reading them again after all these years, I now realize they’re not as bad as I thought they were, and I’m even bizarrely proud of some of them. Maybe I should have shared them five years ago (they were intended for Instagram) but I hope, reading them all in one sitting like this, they won’t make you cringe too badly, dear readers.
I should note that most of these pieces are based on movies and properties I unashamedly love, and have consistently loved since childhood, so a saccharine nostalgia might seep through the spaces between the words. For that, you’ll just have to forgive me.
So, for better or worse, here they are. The Longbox of Darkness’s “Brief Obsession With Horror Haiku Part II!”
Finally, here’s a Sin City Haiku, which is actually the first Haiku I ever wrote. Since this post represents the final haikus that I have in my ledger (there are no more unless I miraculously reinvigorate my urge to write some) I thought it would be fitting to end with it. Here it is:
Just kidding. Sincerely, thanks for reading, horror lovers. I hope you got some enjoyment from these brain snippets, paltry though they may be.
*If you would like to leave a comment, please do so, even if it is to criticize my sordid attempts at verse. Remember to subscribe to the blog for future posts, and if you’ve ever dabbled in horror haiku or poetry in general, share some of your own! With your permission, I’d love to feature them on the blog.
Pleasant screams, readers.
Herm
On my fifth birthday a relative gifted me a black box filled with old horror, war, and superhero comics. On that day, my journey through the Weird began, and The Longbox of Darkness was born. Four decades of voracious reading later, and here we are.
