Tanka Published in Undertow Online Magazine October 2014
was it absinthe
that green glass bottle
on the top shelf
did it swing my mother
in the belly of the sea?
clairvoyant friend says
look for her in lunatic
asylums but I think
demon suicide took her
family bible stained by blood
we'll take
the dog and the Malbec
we'll find
the highest hill for moonrise
enthralled in ancient magic
pink pearl
rising translucent
enormous
butterfly moon
drunk on milkweed
didn't know
I was a hedgewitch
secluded
behind a creaking gate
whispering butterflies
ripe scent
of full dumpsters
the night
before garbage day
super moon light
summer ending
I'm still butterfly crazy
kaleidoscope
all the colors of the sun
in my whirligig eyes
high summer
poems about butterflies
fluttering
across computer screens
we feel them touch our fingers
poems about butterflies
fluttering
across computer screens
we feel them touch our fingers
is this
the summer when
the world
incinerates itself
of just the beginning?
Merlin
stars shimmering on
his purple robe
I loved the runic picture
in that antique book
all fabulous! undertow is such a wonderful journal.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite was the one about being clairvoyant.
ReplyDeleteI am clairvoyant.
My second favorite was about Merlin.
I want to be like Merlin.
Your Tanka times ten, magnificent, to the Nth Degree.
Now, off to subscribe to this blog... Myke