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