Tanka

I have been encouraged to try the tanka form of short poetry. First attempts.

Fountains whisper in cool arcades
bright plumage flashes amid glossy leaves
a girl, slender hand, empty eyes,
sighs and picks a fruit.
A perfumed prison.

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Waves roll ceaselessly
drowning memories
in kelp tangled depths
but the glassy sea
is still the colour of his eyes.

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Regrets and lowered eyes
he reaches out,
touches empty space
and in his mouth
not words, tears.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

6 thoughts on “Tanka”

    1. Thank you, Eric. I don’t know whether I’m doing it quite right. There are rhythmic rules as for haiku (that I haven’t mastered) but they seem to be rather more supple.

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