lighting echoes

[…] “He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master’s oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.”[…]

© Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Haunted valley deep in the mountains
The dim glow of a campfire

© Chèvrefeuille

echoes empty into the night’s sky
stars strewn are beacons
calling one home to light

in the haunted valley deep in the mountains
the dim glow of a campfire

 

“lighting echoes”
© P.A. Kynda Palazy.
All rights reserved. 2018 –

for: CDHK: Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge September 2018 # 11 the dim glow of a campfire
in this challenge, we’re offered a quote from an author, which our host has worked into the second part of a tanka, and we are to write the haiku [hokku] to complete the tan renga

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stage dance

southerly winds still blow soft for hot
summer refuses to disengage
she dances a can-can for our pleasure
as autumn waits in the wings
her leaves a fiery burlesque strip-tease

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fierce flush

hot red golden glow leaves
me breathless in anticipation
autumn’s kiss

“stage dance” + “fierce flush”
© P.A. Kynda Palazy.
All rights reserved. 2018 –

for: Carpe Diem’s Tanka Splendor ~ Autumn Leaves

Abracadabra

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of the things I never said, never wrote, of the faces I can’t imagine for the eclipsing of the sun, by the moon, her face shadowed for a silver laughter that collapses within the bricked room of my heart —

 

“Abracadabra”
© P.A. Kynda Palazy.
All rights reserved. 2018 –

for Real Toads: Weekend Challenge: Resistance ~ Brendan is our host and asks us to explore “Resistance” – specifically – “Poetic Resistance”.  “For this challenge, write about resistance. Resist the theme, struggle with it, go down with it, come back with what saves you. Resist your poetic, your politics, your body’s politic in love, your failure and death. What temps you to say nothing, or worse, too little? Conversely, why does poetry matter? What can it alone say to the world?”

[images: public domain and modified by me as my response]