Thursday, July 14, 2016

Cattails, January 2016

dusty sky
refugees make kites
from plastic bags

bagpipes skirl
across the prairie
Dad goes home

midnight sun
will you miss me
when I'm gone

in the hills
cattle lowing between

a skunk forages
in fireweed

the dry ache
of a long goodbye
how do we
reach the other side
with the bridge washed out

Tanka Editor's Choice:

This Editor's Choice is by Debbie Strange from Canada, and it demonstrates a songlike rhythm which is pleasing to the ear and desirable in the tanka form. However I chose it not only for the melody but for its contents and its juxtaposition as well. Representative of an aching heart after a long goodbye, we are left to wonder how to reach the other side with the bridge washed out. Metaphoric in its content, leaves a reader to believe in that old saying that "love always finds a way".

—UHTS cattails tanka editor an'ya, USA

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