To celebrate the shortlisting of “After The World: Gravesend” in this year’s Ditmar Awards, Black House Comics are offering you the chance to win a copy of the book.
To enter, simply compose a haiku – the only catch is it must be zombie or apocalypse themed. Post your haiku in this comments thread (either at jasonfischer.com.au or on the LJ feed, it’s all good). As long as you meet the 5-7-5 rule, I’m not too fussed if you mention a seasonal reference – though if you mention winter and brains, it will earn you bonus points 🙂
The best three haikus as judged by me will win themselves a copy of the book. It’s that easy! Contest closes one week from today (Thursday 19th August)
(PS sorry, Australian residents only for this competition – overseas postage is too painful)
Til death do we part;
chewing on my dear wife’s brains
silencing her screams
Winter like a cloak
Brains like ice cream sundae treats
Undead happiness
The festive zombie
makes garlands from frozen veins.
Snow hides its tracks.
5-7-4 🙂
Change the last line to “The snow hides its tracks.”
Thanks.
Midnight-minded beast
Lost to the sight of white Gods
Empty winter heart
Oh, and I left a couple on your LJ too 🙂
Undead, hollow brains.
Winter minds shambling after
crimson crumbs on snow.
Hi Cheyenne,
Thanks for your entry, but the competition has just closed – I’ve already announced the winners over here:
http://jasonfischer.com.au/?p=120
Thanks for trying though, I did like your haiku!
All the best,
Jason.
Hi Jason,
Many apologies – misread closing date for starting date – thanks for the comment though – much appreciated.
Cheers CW ;D
“Brains breath,” she grins, as
maggots escape her plump limps,
high from my decay.
Skulls are way too hard.
Softest way to get at brains:
through the eye sockets.
Zombies here and there, amassing.
Delicious to eat brains, oh glorious food.
A zombie you will be.
Winter blues are cold,
zombies are looking for brains,
they see me, I scream
Brains overflowing,
Zombies smelt blood roam round,
winter ice is red.
A headless zombie
Flaying arms behind me
Guts drooping apart
Roused to seek fresh meat
As winter freshens the air:
I shall hunt you; hide.