ErosTea 250 Share Posted November 14, 2022 Tankas From The West Charlotte Henrietta From the ruins of Vienne, despite the fires that burned brightly throughout the city, laid a small collection of books and manuscripts. In hopes of expanding my private collection of historical entries, I've salvaged the decipherable texts from those of which were destroyed beyond human repair. Through this process I did find one thing that struck me: the tanka. A poetry style from Yong Ping that followed the rhythm of 5, 7, 5, 7, 7. In earnest effort, I have managed to come up with a collection of my own personal Tankas. I hope others will follow suit and keep this, seemingly ancient tradition, alive. Here are those tankas. Aaun From the brimstone of Heartache filled homes and store-fronts, Emerges forthright From the ground, Horen's hand, which Grabs the bright star of Oren The white tower, flow From hills of milk and honey O'er hill and dale- Fill the hearts of men again Fill mine heart too, o' Horen. Future Child My love, child of mine Your eyes look like grandfather, Hair like grandmother- There's fire in your spirit- Burning embers, burning coal Far from exalted Near and closest to my heart You laugh and I, too, Quickly fall to remedies Of the soul; you, my comfort Your grandmother wanted You quickly, soon after my Twenty-fist name day I waited in spite for you You are mine, my future child Burgundy Remember those wars Of old. Old men on high horse Young girls on fleeting- Chasing, yearning, wanting, more For their white robes covered in Red. Deep red like the Womb, which bled onto sheets and- eventually Like their husbands thrown in war Bleeding that deep burgundy Architect's Daughter Father, did you see? I wrote your name, Charles, like the tree we passed by, did- You notice? I've grown wings too Outstretched like your arms 'round me. I think I'll be like You. An Architect. Nation Building, your prime craft, Drawing will be mine - castles To add to your conquest map I like that idea, Passing time, side by side, like the tree we passed by. Two birds, one me, the other you, chirping, hearing, watching SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Charlotte Henrietta, Princess of Aaun 5th of the Amber Cold, 1898 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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