Solstice

This is a tanka for Frank Tassone’s Winter Solstice prompt.

 

Behind the grey cloud,

snow-heavy or just cold rain,

sun rises and sets.

With this last setting, hearts sink—

fear grows it will rise no more.

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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.

53 thoughts on “Solstice”

      1. When husband came back this afternoon with the pipes for the chimney flue (which won’t go up btw chimney’s too old and bent) the first thing he did was block the door open because it was warmer outside than in. No, it isn’t funny, but when we’ve got the tiny wood burner going in the study and we’re huddled round it eating (and drinking) we can laugh about it.

      2. It’s getting harder and harder to ‘relate’ with anything. One day I’ll just drift away like the character in One Hundred Years of Solitude. I’d like to leave flowers or butterflies behind.

  1. Tis all a dream!

    Behind the grey cloud,
    snow-heavy or just cold rain,
    sun rises and sets.
    With this last setting, hearts sink—
    fear grows it will rise no more.

    Above the dark shroud,
    blacken space, darkness does stains
    where the sun, doesn’t set..
    The last turn of earth, hearts sink
    the fear… Life, will be no more!

  2. Oh, so sad, Jane! Cuddle with Finbar by the fire. We had snow on my birthday, but now it’s around 50 F.
    I have to catch up your posts (and everyone’s) later–back to the copyedited manuscript.
    I want to check out this prompt, too. 🙂

  3. Geeez Jane! Sounds like you guys are having waaay too much fun. Not to worry, this too shall pass. Sounds like you haven’t gotten any busted pipes. Hang in.

    Pat

    1. It doesn’t freeze enough for the water mains to burst since it’s below ground, and there aren’t any other pipes that could burst. We’ll survive. Two little woodburners now fighting valliantly against the holes in the ceiling and the barn doors…

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