The prompt for today’s poem was the Eight of Cups from Juliet Sharman-Burke’s Mythic Tarot. (Click here to see the card.) I once again found myself pulled into the inverse tanka form I used the other day (7-5-7-5-5).
Wine-dark dream
beneath the moon’s last crescent
and the cloudless sky
I descend: the stairs feel cold
and lead me away
from my mother’s house
Readers and poets of the world – welcome!
My prompt for this poem was the Ten of Pentacles from Dana Driscoll’s Tarot of Trees. (Click here to see the card.) I tried to make this poem into a tanka but just wasn’t happy with the result. The syllables kept sliding into a different pattern, which I gradually realized was a variation on the traditional pattern (5-7-5-7-7). So here I give you a type of inverse tanka (7-5-7-5-5).
tenacious conifers grip
thin soil with woody
toes, their snow-bent, needled boughs
an elegant fringe
to the mountain’s cap
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