tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Cameo


A collaborative 
tanka sequence
         by

Jenny Ward Angyal
         and
  Julie B. Cain

forsythia—
in my old age
will I find again
flared skirts for a faerie host 
among its yellow petals

between hills 
softened in sunset fog 
one peach-stained spire... 
the only way to get there 
a tutu and toe shoes

a toadlet 
tiny as a moonstone
on my hand . . .
Queen Anne’s lace
ruched at my throat

my soul 
comes home late 
trailing muddy twigs 
and skeins of silver web . . . 
following fireflies 


~Bright Stars 6, Fall 2014

Saturday, April 18, 2015

shards of light


shards of light
through a tessellation 
of leaves—
pieces of a puzzle 
my hands can’t grasp

~A Hundred Gourds 4:1, Dec. 2014

dreaming
I’ve been born blind . . . 
I poultice 
my third eye
with the meadowlark’s song

~Bright Stars 6, Fall 2014






Saturday, April 11, 2015

stars

mirrored
in the pool’s dark eye
a billion stars—
tadpoles wriggle
in a reed-bed universe



Sunday, April 5, 2015

awakenings

the chorus
beginning at dawn
inside me
a thousand birds
all singing at once


~Ribbons 10:2, spring/summer 2014


daffodils
running wild
in the meadow
I whisper my names
to the wakening earth

~red lights 10:2, June 2014

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Sonatina

light fading
at the tunnel’s end
I slip away
down the fluted passage
inside a singing reed


longing
to open the clear wings
of music
I breathe into my flute
a flight of butterflies


the murmur 
of wind-turned leaves
before a storm—
the soft cry of a mourning dove
echoes in my flute


~Skylark 2:2, Winter 2014


Thursday, March 12, 2015

almost spring

a cow’s skull
of polished bone—
through the orbit
of the eye
this patch of snowdrops

~red lights 10:2, June 2014


the slow chant 
of chorus frogs
chilled
near to freezing
my hands fill with starlight


~red lights 10:2, June 2014

Friday, February 27, 2015

an inland sea

landlocked
I trace the rosy curve
of a conch,
sail by the stars
on my inland sea

~red lights 11:1, Jan. 2015 


ashes heaped 
in a walnut-shell boat
I sail
by the light of a candle
the caverns of the heart


~Moonbathing 11, Fall/Winter 2014