A #tankaProse for A Month with Yeats: Day 15 #haibun #tanka #poetry #dversepoets

Scotia's Grave - geograph.org.uk - 1404461.jpg
By John M, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link

You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring

The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats

A Blood Rose Victory

The stars fall as the last light of day fades. Tails of fire light up the coming darkness. Even the heavens mourn.

We stand among our fallen. I see the friends I laughed with a fortnight ago. How we laughed at our own bawdy stories by the fire, passing the ale horn around. Now, their last expressions of surprise and sorrow are all they show. All to possess a land whose cost we cannot bear.

The bell rings now. I know not who brought it, or where from. It’s clang echoes across this windswept plain. The Tuatha De Danann have fled, and the song of the bell will surely keep them away.

It just fails to console us that lie exhausted among our dead on this field of our victory.

blood-drenched tide

 tears on this wharf of sorrow

never dry

the shattered ale horn rots

beside my friend’s marred hand



The November Meteors by Étienne Léopold Trouvelot, 1868


for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Fifteen and Poets United–Midweek Motif–Meteor Showers


UPDATE: And for dVerse poets pub MTB: Symbolism (12/7/17)

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    • The earlier Yeats quotes inspired Tanka that addressed the legendary invasion of Ireland by the Iberian Celts. The latest lines inspired me to consider the aftermath of the decisive battle of that invasion. A story of fallen heroes indeed.


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