#Tanka Tuesday: Childhood

It’s a long time since I did any syllable counting, but this image brought back such memories, I gave it a go. A butterfly cinquain for Colleen Chesebro’s photo prompt.

Screenshot 2020-08-18 at 14.52.08


A child,

butterfly, I

followed the abandoned

track, slowly reconquered by green


like a child’s wary creeping, head

lifted to leaf and bird,

slow as water


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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.

23 thoughts on “#Tanka Tuesday: Childhood”

    1. The trains had stopped running round about the time I was born, and I don’t even remember the rails being taken up. By the time I was nine or ten and roaming, the railway cutting was already overgrown with saplings, and the only trace of the line was the long, sandy pools full of tiny bits of life, freshwater shrimps, caddis fly larvae. Heaven.

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