at his grave this owl-light night
her heart moon-blown cold
she’s quiver-lipped and cry-eyed
soul-skewered and dark-voweled broken
Poetics: love the words
DAY 16Soul-Skewered
at his grave this owl-light night
her heart moon-blown cold
she’s quiver-lipped and cry-eyed
soul-skewered and dark-voweled broken
Poetics: love the words
DAY 16
Nice take on the prompt, Rob.
Thank you Ken!
Wow. This is amazing.
Thank you Nathan, I appreciate your enthusiasm!
Rendered it down to a taunt tanka; kudos, brother. Your comment on my site made me chuckle. I think we are the presidents of each other’s fan club. I often consider such brevity
as prompt response, but after the first line, like mushrooms on a Fall morning, more lines pop up to dot the page.
Glad you liked this. The economy of this piece was birthed by initial writers block regarding Laura’s prompt. I had a bunch of disjointed scraps of a poem, so I left it and walked away. Came back this morning, threw away the superfluous, and this nest lttle tanka remained standing. Your work keeps getting better over the years, so yes – I’m a fan. Like you, my garden of thoughts usually grows thick and full – but sometimes I enjoy being minimal. I steer clear of mushrooms these days, still enjoying the flashbacks from decades ago… 😉
she-bird frail… what a great use… a tanka for this was brave my friend, but it works so well.
Like I commented to Glenn, the Tanka sprang to life after I had gotten deep into incongruous bits of poetic attempts at Laura’s prompt. Glad you like it Björn! It felt right, and thank you… 🙂
Without the surfeit of words you have conjured a Thomas tanka! Love the mood you cast and of course ‘she-bird frail’ is so alluring. To cap it all – a great title
Thank you Laura, I am please you liked this. The prompt was fun! 🙂
Nicely done in a tanka, Rob. I really love that first line.
Thank you Merill! I shot-gunned Thomasesque compound words around, ultimately to arrive at the efficiency of this Tanka.
Sad indeed
…and she-bird frail.
This is good, from your title to your comment that included, ” I shot-gunned Thomasesque compound words around,” Looking at the photo and reading, it was like you were there in graveyard with her, watching.
Thank you Jade! Over my shoulder, all were watching…
Blue is the perfect shade for your words. A magic melancholy.
Thanks Kerfe! It felt right, and reinforced the image…
Love the title and tanka Rob. The emotional turmoil is evident with: soul-skewered and dark-voweled broken
I am pleased you do Grace, thnk you!
this is a tearjerker. you used the compounds so well!
Thank you RW, I appreciate your kind words… 🙂
A raw image of honest grief. Well done!
Mary, thsnk you, I’m pleased you like this!