Haiku Contest 2018

Wild Plum Haiku Contest 2018


This year we received 312 entries from participants from 41 countries. Thank you for participation and congratulations to the winners!


First Prize

scattering what’s dead
and what’s still alive
the autumn wind

John Barlow

Autumn is a very interesting time of the year, on one hand we can see the burst of colors everywhere, on the other we observe how nature slowly dies. This process is inevitable and very ruthless. In this haiku, the author has perfectly reflected the mood of autumn, where what is dead and what is still alive coexists together as a part of nature. Man does not appear directly in this work, but the mood created by the author allows the reader to feel the chill of this autumn wind. In the picture created by this haiku I can see people who, despite wearing warm coats, are not able to protect themselves against the chill.


– Maria Tomczak


Second Prize

too many bones to sing a young song

Aalix Roake

Maximum content using the minimum of words is something I value in haiku. This poem is like an onion – peeling it layer by layer, we come to new interpretations. This year there was a lot of high-quality haiku entries, but this one was very different from the others. I was intrigued and I loved it from the first reading.

– Gabriel Sawicki


Third Prize

autumn rains . . .
in the field a half sunk
paper boat

Kanchan Chatterjee

After the first reading I started to wonder what a paper boat can do on the field especially in the fall. Can such an image be taken from reality? The more I thought about it, the more possible interpretations appeared. I suddenly realized that I had spent a lot of time thinking about this haiku. This poem works like a “thought catcher”.

– Gabriel Sawicki


Honorable Mentions
(alphabetical order)

stopping for each other
a dung beetle and i

Adjei Agyei-Baah


a zillion scents ascend
into summer

Jan Dobb


war approaching
rattle of sparrow’s bones
on autumn breeze

Goran Gatalica


drizzle –
the tea brewing ceremony
and mosquito

Krzysztof Kokot


Milky Way
I’m stuck on
a glass of wine

Azi Kuder


sea breeze
dad’s ashes drift
back to the boat



snowfall . . .
just traces of birds
outside my door

Tsanka Shishkova


my voice cracks
trying not to tell him

Christine L. Villa


sweet alyssum
a lullaby of rain
on a tin tub

Marilyn Appl Walker