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Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
poet of the month: Ken Slaughter
13 November 2024
shadows
intermingled
on the snow
lives I have touched
without even knowing
Ribbons Fall 2018
We had the pleasure of asking Ken a few questions, and he graciously took the time to answer them. The first two are in the previous post, here's the third.
Q3. TTH: How do you develop a tanka? Please guide us through the stages of a poem.
Ken: I can only do this with an example, so here’s one from Gusts 19:
a least tern
flies over the waves
in a stiff wind…
the effort it takes
to just keep going
On a windy day at the beach, I saw a bird flying, and it looked like a struggle. I identified with the bird, and a tanka was born. Most of my poems begin with something I observe that I can identify with personally.
In my first draft, I used ‘a bird’ for line 1. I thought I could strengthen the poem by identifying the bird. A least tern might not be what I saw, but it could have been. The name of this bird fit with the emotional feeling I had, so I used it. In line 2 I wanted a simple description with a good line length. I like a minimum of 5 and a maximum of 7 syllables for lines 2.4 and 5. In line 3 I chose ‘stiff’ instead of a word like ‘heavy’ because the single syllables ‘stiff wind’, when read aloud, reinforce the feeling of resistance that I wanted.
The last two lines form a connection between my emotional life and the observation I made. In this poem lines 4 and 5 came easily. I was feeling tired and overwhelmed at the time. I didn’t have a ‘pivot’ line, so I used ellipses. Ellipses work best for me when there is a clear shift to the emotional side in line 4, as there is here.
More about Ken:
Ken Slaughter is a tanka poet who also likes to write senryu. He was vice president of the Tanka Society of America for a couple of years. He won the annual TSA contest in 2015. He submits primarily to Ribbons, Gusts, Prune Juice and Failed Haiku. You will see some of Ken’s tanka here in the excellent publication haikuKATHA. He lives in Worcester, Massachusetts with his wife, and is the proud servant of two one-eyed cats.
Are you inspired?
Challenge for this week: Go outside and observe your surroundings, find something unusual or interesting, and now look within. How do you feel? Does it remind you of anything? Link and shift, then see what happens.
Give this idea some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write. You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside this theme too.
PLEASE NOTE:
1. Post only one poem at a time.
2. Only two tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.
Tanka art of course if you want to.
3. Share your best-polished pieces.
4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.
5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.
6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 300 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.
#2 19/11
spider webs
rain has ruined them all
to be rebuilt
all efforts seem in vain
to restore our relationship again
Fatma Zohra Habis/ Algeria
feedback welcome 🌹
#2 ......19/11/24
the turmeric stain
from yesterday’s cooking
a stray cat
circles the courtyard again
searching for what it’s lost
Nalini Shetty
India
feedback welcome
Tanka prose
Wishing moon
Sitting in my hospital chamber, I think about a time when I would envy mom’s life. Mother never ever did a job. Day in and day out she would cook food, get us ready for school, tend to the garden or wait for dad. She always looked perfectly happy.
All of a sudden my reverie is broken by a nurse asking me to attend to a pregnant woman. I rush to the labour room and after a tiring half an hour I am back, holding a baby girl in my arms.
Laying the baby in her lap, I tell the young mother “Give her the life she chooses”.
summer haze
skyscrapers disappear
into nothingness
where and…
8/11/24 #2 t-p
Lantern’s End
The seahorse pendant rests cold against her collarbone as she steps into the North Sea. A lantern wavers on the shore, its light swallowed by salt-dark waves. The tide pulls at her knees; foam seeps into an open cut on her thigh. A stranger’s hand steadies her briefly – a warmth she doesn’t expect – before she dives forward. Beneath the surface, the water unravels something long buried, something waiting.
caught in the tide
on the cusp of autumn –
waves pull away
what I can no longer
keep afloat
C.X. Turner, UK
(feedback welcome)
#1 17/11
snow falling
on my glass window
I feel cold
during the last meeting
in the silence between us
Fatma Zohra Habis/Algeria
feedback welcome 🌹