Saturday, April 25, 2015


A collaborative 
tanka sequence

Jenny Ward Angyal
  Julie B. Cain

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