Mar 2017
Light taps upon pane.
Snow again. Flakes, silver dark.
Now the time has come.
Dark mutinous Shannon waves.
His soul soared slowly, last end.
Snow again. Flakes, silver dark.
Now the time has come.
Dark mutinous Shannon waves.
His soul soared slowly, last end.
words from James Joyce's "Dubliners" adapted into a tanka-style (5-7-5-7-7) poem.
