Swamp Tanka
Louisiana
full moon over cypress swap
I believe in ghosts
Uncle Zeb’s cigar-shaped fingers
reach out of the restless marsh
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Louisiana
full moon over cypress swap
I believe in ghosts
Uncle Zeb’s cigar-shaped fingers
reach out of the restless marsh
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love you this tanka builds and how “restless” animates that memorable image
you just love poems that move! 🙂
Ooooooo…..”I see ghosts”
This is good. It’s a whole story.
and as I always ask in cases like this…
” Check that map and find me the next road headed north. ”
Love you 🙂
Oh my, the marsh will never be the same.
Love this form and what you did with it!
I love this. The form, the swamp, the fingers. Perfect.
holy crap, Linda! Those fingers are going to haunt me!
form. swoon.
Shudders for various reasons.
Very well done.
Love the form, the mood of it, the surprise of the last two lines.
Yes to all the above comments! And the title! Love it.
A delight!
Love this, Linda! Especially the one word opening line.
You’ve inspired me to write a tanka!
Uncle Zeb
& your tanka
are alive
Those fingers! Wonderfully creepy!
The s-sounds make me think of slithering things-yikes!
What a final image!
This poem drips with atmosphere. Love!
A “shiver-story” in a perfect setting!
I had to read this for the title alone. I was not disappointed! 🙂