Excellent Hitcher and Gypsy Blue Rose Collaborative Tanka 2017 JAPANESE POETRY : Linked Tanka (After the harvest) by Gypsy Blue Rose

After the harvest-- daylight drips away cold creeps  on the fallow field, bitter winds whisper his name telling us he's on his way.   Father's supper on the stove simmering, apron on the floor, mother lying motionless, my tears. They burn, flow and fall.   The last thing mom did was for us, then her heart stopped. The truth was too harsh. Arsenic in the warm stew mixing with his betrayal.   Mom's letter to us was brief, "Don't eat supper!" Pa won't touch us again Death arrives and claims his soul  smiles at soup flask in his hand    Recognized Author Notes Hitcher and I collaborated on this linked tanka poem. It's similar to rengu (Japanese) but free form. This is the end. The father came home, ate the stew and died. Now, the children are free of his abuse and placed in a foster home where they will be safe. The form is 31 syllables or less in a 5/7/5/7/7 pattern. The way it worked was this, I wrote three lines and he followed with two lines. We didn't know where this is going. This tale of murder, betrayal, and abuse, it's developing as we go. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Divided by author After the harvest-- daylight drips away cold creeps on the fallow field, by Gypsy Blue Rose ------------------------- bitter winds whisper his name telling all he's on his way. by Hitcher ----------------------- Father's supper on the stove simmering, apron on the floor, by Gypsy Blue Rose ------------------------- mother lying motionless, my tears. They burn, flow and fall. by Hitcher ----------------------- The last thing mom did was for us, then her heart stopped. The truth was too harsh. by Gypsy Blue Rose ------------------------- Arsenic in the warm stew mixing with his betrayal. by Hitcher ------------------------------ Mom's letter to us was brief, "Don't eat supper!" Pa won't touch us again by Gypsy Blue Rose ------------------------- Death arrives and claims his soul smiles at soup flask in his hand by Hitcher ------------------------------ Thank you for reading, By Gypsy Blue Rose Fanstory Haiku Instructor Haiku Society of America Member Next class starts in June

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