sparkling in the sun
deadly white and cold as ice
winter’s wicked gift

Is it over yet? Thanks to Yvette and the Tanka Tuesday Challenge.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
sparkling in the sun
deadly white and cold as ice
winter’s wicked gift

Is it over yet? Thanks to Yvette and the Tanka Tuesday Challenge.
what if magic is the true key
not illogical or absurd
but the spell that sets us all free
what if magic is the true key
where you and I awoke as we
ideas shared with a secret word
not illogical or absurd
what if magic is the true key

Inspired by many things including the RDP prompt (ABSURD) and the call to visualize joy, for which I chose the Seasons of Enchantment card. It brought to mind my happy place: a magical world where joy abounds.

Plus, I’m still having fun with the Triolet, which is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). I chose the 8-syllable version tonight.
in the dead of night
seduced by a false prophet
time’s veil falls again

This is my ode to the horror of the November “fall back” time change. It messes up my sleep and it really does get dark by 4:30pm. ARGGG! Thanks to Yvette and Tanka Tuesday for the inspiration to vent.
walk me to the door
the end of the beginning
light repels the dark
the dark absorbs the twilight
the beginning of the end

Time passes so quickly. I find myself reflecting on beginnings and endings and the lights and darks of the middle. Thanks to FOWC (WALK) and Tanka Tuesday (REPEL/ABSORB) for the inspiration.
a moon so intense
I imagine heroin
unguarded wonder
my mind immersed in brightness
trying to find my way home

Thanks for the inspiration to FOWC and Tanka Tuesday.