As I post there have been no entries for the June Challenge. This is a sad state of affairs. Maybe it has been too cold and wet for haiku and tanka poets to get about, use their hearts and intellect. As I look out the window the weather seems in a state of uncertainty, waiting for something to occur: rain, wind, sun? Tanka challenge: change, uncertainty, the unexplicable. Interpret as widely as you wish. Haiku Challenge: warmth. Again interpret as widely as you wish. Seasonal or non seasonal are acceptable.
The Stocking
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old family ornaments
each memory
Our granddaughter hangs up her stocking. It contains a bag of grain that she thinks reindeers probably eat. I watch as her parents fuss around this elaborate and beautiful lie.
Then to bed for all of us.
quiet midnight
the scent of pine sap
through the house
They manage to sleep till six-thirty, a miracle any day for this two-year-old. We wake to, ‘This isn’t grain!’ in the child’s singsong voice and to the sound of paper ripping. The child unpacks the stocking one foam sticker at a time, unpeeling each and sticking them to someone or something. Then she finds a long grey hair and I can guess to whom that belongs. ‘Oh look,’ says her mother, ‘Santa hair!’
sparkling
the tinselled tree
and the child’s eyes
Later my daughter whispers that she feels ambivalent about telling the untruths. I say, ‘What you are actually spinning is myth.’ and I ask how she feels about her childhood. She says she wouldn’t have swapped it. So we take more photographs of the most photographed child in the world, photographs that will show a slightly crazy, manic delight on her face.
little girl
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christmas Tree
lovely lovely
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