poetry

The Heron

You blend in so well that I
Almost passed by, but my soul
Leapt as your head turned, follow-
ing me, swallowing a vole,

Or who knows why? I caught my
Breath. ’twas a sigh in reverse –
A moment of surprised awe
Then crows cawed and you dispersed.

Maybe I just blame the crows –
Maybe you arose in broad-
Winged flight because some other
Thing broke cover at your nod


Tanka Tuesday Prompt: This week, choose a kigo (season word or seasonal phrase) and write your syllabic poetry using the word or seasonal phrase. My word was heron.

I’m not sure I understand the whole kigo thing. I’m dense maybe. Or my head is too full of trying to learn Gaelic. And French.

However, I chose a Welsh form that I’ve used before: Awdl Gywydd. It calls for internal rhymes and end rhymes.

10 thoughts on “The Heron

  1. You brought the commune between yourself and the heron together very well here. Not often a human is so privileged to share such moments with nature.

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