Today, my husband and I had a grisly conversation about death… not exactly a cheery morning chit chat but I thought if I have to go one day and no doubt I will…. this is how I’d like to imagine it… Not some black, bleak, meaningless end. No, I’d like a supernatural being to visit me. No vampires please unless you are so handsome and your final bite is worth it! Perhaps a magnificent unicorn to carry me far away on some incredible adventure, or a mermaid to take me swimming in some exotic land… Wait a minute…. What about many supernatural beings, (except zombies – they don’t rock my boat!) plus the delicate kindness of the fairies to see me off?…. Now, that sounds perfect!
It’s Tuesday! Time for Tanka Tuesday.
The prompt words this week are fog and change. This morning I wrote two Tanka as soon as I woke up – one sad and the other light-hearted. I didn’t want to torment you by writing one solitary Tanka ending on a sad note!
The first one is a reminder to drive carefully in fog. Take care… We’ve all been there, driving in fog is so scary, and dangerous.
Oh, that fog… just hate driving in it. So, to lighten the mood, let me enlighten you about my next Tanka. This one started off in a maze, (as I have a fear of getting lost and have absolutely NO sense of direction,) but I couldn’t find a photo that I liked on Canva to go with the words so my Tanka ended up being conceived in a field with a football goal post instead. It’s strange how photos can suggest different words to you!
Yes, that skinny goalie is going to be invisible in all that fog, hope he has a very vibrant, colourful strip!
Hope you enjoyed my offerings for #TankaTuesday.
To join in Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday follow the link: Colleen Chesebro – Tanka Tuesday
Bye for now,
I couldn’t resist doing some Hourglass poetry too, via Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/03/02/poetry-challenge-20-hourglass-poetry/
More about the form: ten lines with a syllable count of 18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.5, on Jane’s blog. Basically you end up with nine lines.
True happiness lives
Lies in the
Death clings on
Simple Moments Shared.
Hope you liked my hourglass poetry, it’s a bit of a paradoxical one about happiness too. Hope it doesn’t give you the heeby-geebies.
Bye for now,
Marje @ Kyrosmagica xx