Vincent van Gogh, “Wheatfield with Crows,” [Public Domain] Wikipedia Commons
crow calls, beckoning,
rosy-robed sun arises,
new day awakens
with murdered conversation,
echoes in black-winged flutter
I’m still waiting for the sun to rise. This tanka is for Frank’s Hakai challenge (crow) and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday. And another van Gogh–because you can feel the movement and hear the echoes in this one.
This is for Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge. He asks us to write about ravens, but he also says “kangarasu translates as ‘cold crow,'” so I’m going with that. I really like crows. When my daughters were little, there was some sort of illness that killed many crows. I knew not to touch the dying crow in my yard, and I called animal control. They collected his body at some point while I was away.
I hear the sounds of crows cawing, over and over. They have gathered in the trees around their fallen friend, as he lay dying on the ground in my backyard. I stare into his eyes, which seem to plead with me. What is he asking? How do I answer? I want to comfort him. I wish I could. His eyes still haunt me.
windows to the soul
dying crow’s thoughts never voiced
winter without spring
Mikoláš Aleš [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons