Kayaking
In a fjord —
Paddling, Pad-
dling toward
Nothing but
Pure glacial
Artistry.
So spacial!
Surrounded
By Peer Gynt
Who echoed
With no hint
Of Troll Kings –
Just the calm
Morning Mood —
Such a balm
Memory
Bids me hold
These moments
Made of gold
This photograph was the prompt for Tanka Tuesday, but I thought of that time I went kayaking in Norway.
The poem is a Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire, an Irish poetic form, that calls for 3 syllables per line, 4 lines per stanza, 2nd and 4th line rhyme.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
A lovely take Sally
Thank you!
You’re welcome
Fabulous, Sally. I like how the photo reminded you of another journey on the water. Well done. This is a cool form too!
That day in the fjord was a banner day. I love going back to it. 🙂
Special times deserve to be preserved with a bit of poetry.
Moments made of gold – lovely. ❤️
I loved the golden hues in the photo prompt. That’s where that line came from.
A grand setting.
Yep
Sally, how cool is it that this is more than a picture for you. Can’t imagine how clean the air must be in a place like that.
It really was the trip of a lifetime. I traveled to Denmark and Norway with two of my children. That day in the photo was the best day of a great trip. Yes — clean, crisp air. Beautiful, beautiful surroundings.
Sounds absolutely magical 💞💞💞
It was!