Saturday, December 6, 2008

To the Victor Belong the Spoils. And Second Place isn't Bad, Either!

Jones, Keith. "Prince Hamlet's Haiku."
You may recall that I entered a Haiku Competition.  Most marvelously, I was awarded second place!

I couldn't be more thrilled!

[Well, actually, I could be a little more thrilled—first place was a MacAir, and that would please me no end!  But the first place haiku was certainly deserving.]

For your convenience, I'm reprinting my haiku below. And I'll let you all know when the big book deal comes through—the complete works of Shakespeare in forty haiku (I'll include all the plays, the major poems, and the sonnets). Look for it.
Prince Hamlet's Haiku

A wandering ghost—
My dead father cries “Uncle!”
I must have revenge.
For more Shakespearean haiku, see The Complete Works of William Shakespeare in Haiku.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

In forty haiku
The complete works of Shakespeare.
The rest is silence.

December 6, 2008 at 7:22 PM
kj said...

Actually, that about covers it! And in only one haiku, too. Impressive.

kj

December 6, 2008 at 8:10 PM

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